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by Christopher Marlowe


  TECHELLES [to TAMBURLAINE]

  His deep affections make him passionate.

  TAMBURLAINE [to TECHELLES]

  With what a majesty he rears his looks!

  [To THERIDAMAS]

  In thee, thou valiant man of Persia,

  I see the folly of thy emperor.

  Art thou but captain of a thousand horse,

  That by characters graven in thy brows

  And by thy martial face and stout aspect

  170 Deserv’st to have the leading of an host?

  Forsake thy king, and do but join with me,

  And we will triumph over all the world.

  I hold the Fates bound fast in iron chains

  And with my hand turn Fortune’s wheel about,

  And sooner shall the sun fall from his sphere

  Than Tamburlaine be slain or overcome.

  Draw forth thy sword, thou mighty man-at-arms,

  Intending but to raze my charmèd skin,

  And Jove himself will stretch his hand from heaven

  180 To ward the blow and shield me safe from harm.

  See how he rains down heaps of gold in showers

  As if he meant to give my soldiers pay!

  [He points to the gold bars.]

  And, as a sure and grounded argument

  That I shall be the monarch of the East,

  He sends this Sultan’s daughter, rich and brave,

  To be my queen and portly emperess.

  If thou wilt stay with me, renownèd man,

  And lead thy thousand horse with my conduct,

  Besides thy share of this Egyptian prize,

  190 Those thousand horse shall sweat with martial spoil

  Of conquered kingdoms and of cities sacked.

  Both we will walk upon the lofty clifts,

  And Christian merchants that with Russian stems

  Plough up huge furrows in the Caspian Sea

  Shall vail to us as lords of all the lake.

  Both we will reign as consuls of the earth,

  And mighty kings shall be our senators.

  Jove sometime masked in a shepherd’s weed,

  And by those steps that he hath scaled the heavens

  200 May we become immortal like the gods.

  Join with me now in this my mean estate

  (I call it mean, because, being yet obscure,

  The nations far removed admire me not),

  And when my name and honour shall be spread

  As far as Boreas claps his brazen wings

  Or fair Boötes sends his cheerful light,

  Then shalt thou be competitor with me

  And sit with Tamburlaine in all his majesty.

  THERIDAMAS

  210 Not Hermes, prolocutor to the gods,

  Could use persuasions more pathetical.

  TAMBURLAINE

  Nor are Apollo’s oracles more true

  Than thou shalt find my vaunts substantial.

  TECHELLES

  We are his friends, and if the Persian king

  Should offer present dukedoms to our state,

  We think it loss to make exchange for that

  We are assured of by our friend’s success.

  USUMCASANE

  And kingdoms at the least we all expect,

  Besides the honour in assurèd conquests

  220 Where kings shall crouch unto our conquering swords

  And hosts of soldiers stand amazed at us,

  When with their fearful tongues they shall confess,

  ‘These are the men that all the world admires.’

  THERIDAMAS

  What strong enchantments tice my yielding soul?

  Are these resolvèd noble Scythians?

  But shall I prove a traitor to my king?

  TAMBURLAINE

  No, but the trusty friend of Tamburlaine.

  THERIDAMAS

  Won with thy words and conquered with thy looks,

  I yield myself, my men, and horse to thee,

  230 To be partaker of thy good or ill

  As long as life maintains Theridamas.

  TAMBURLAINE

  Theridamas, my friend, take here my hand,

  Which is as much as if I swore by heaven

  And called the gods to witness of my vow.

  Thus shall my heart be still combined with thine

  Until our bodies turn to elements

  And both our souls aspire celestial thrones.

  Techelles and Casane, welcome him.

  TECHELLES

  Welcome, renownèd Persian, to us all!

  USUMCASANE

  240 Long may Theridamas remain with us!

  TAMBURLAINE

  These are my friends, in whom I more rejoice

  Than doth the king of Persia in his crown.

  And by the love of Pylades and Orestes,

  Whose statues we adore in Scythia,

  Thyself and them shall never part from me

  Before I crown you kings in Asia.

  Make much of them, gentle Theridamas,

  And they will never leave thee till the death.

  THERIDAMAS

  Nor thee nor them, thrice-noble Tamburlaine,

  Shall want my heart to be with gladness pierced

  250 To do you honour and security.

  TAMBURLAINE

  A thousand thanks, worthy Theridamas.

  And now, fair madam, and my noble lords,

  If you will willingly remain with me

  You shall have honours as your merits be –

  Or else you shall be forced with slavery.

  AGYDAS

  We yield unto thee, happy Tamburlaine.

  TAMBURLAINE

  For you, then, madam, I am out of doubt.

  ZENOCRATE

  I must be pleased perforce, wretched Zenocrate!

  Exeunt.

  ACT 2

  Scene 1

  [Enter] COSROE, MENAPHON, ORTYGIUS, CENEUS, with other SOLDIERS.

  COSROE

  Thus far are we towards Theridamas

  And valiant Tamburlaine, the man of fame,

  The man that in the forehead of his fortune

  Bears figures of renown and miracle.

  But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon,

  What stature wields he, and what personage?

  MENAPHON

  Of stature tall, and straightly fashionèd,

  Like his desire, lift upwards and divine;

  So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,

  10 Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear

  Old Atlas’ burden. ’Twixt his manly pitch,

  A pearl more worth than all the world is placed,

  Wherein by curious sovereignty of art

  Are fixed his piercing instruments of sight,

  Whose fiery circles bear encompassèd

  A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres

  That guides his steps and actions to the throne

  Where honour sits invested royally;

  Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion,

  20 Thirsting with sovereignty, with love of arms.

  His lofty brows in folds do figure death,

  And in their smoothness amity and life.

  About them hangs a knot of amber hair

  Wrappèd in curls, as fierce Achilles’ was,

  On which the breath of heaven delights to play,

  Making it dance with wanton majesty.

  His arms and fingers long and sinewy,

  Betokening valour and excess of strength;

  In every part proportioned like the man

  30 Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine.

  COSROE

  Well hast thou portrayed in thy terms of life

  The face and personage of a wondrous man.

  Nature doth strive with Fortune and his stars

  To make him famous in accomplished worth,

  And well his merits show him to be made

 
His fortune’s master and the king of men,

  That could persuade at such a sudden pinch,

  With reasons of his valour and his life,

  A thousand sworn and overmatching foes.

  Then, when our powers in points of swords are joined

  40 And closed in compass of the killing bullet,

  Though strait the passage and the port be made

  That leads to palace of my brother’s life,

  Proud is his fortune if we pierce it not.

  And when the princely Persian diadem

  Shall overweigh his weary witless head

  And fall like mellowed fruit, with shakes of death,

  In fair Persia noble Tamburlaine

  Shall be my regent and remain as king.

  ORTYGIUS

  In happy hour we have set the crown

  50 Upon your kingly head, that seeks our honour

  In joining with the man ordained by heaven

  To further every action to the best.

  CENEUS

  He that with shepherds and a little spoil

  Durst, in disdain of wrong and tyranny,

  Defend his freedom ’gainst a monarchy,

  What will he do supported by a king,

  Leading a troop of gentlemen and lords,

  And stuffed with treasure for his highest thoughts?

  COSROE

  60 And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine.

  Our army will be forty thousand strong

  When Tamburlaine and brave Theridamas

  Have met us by the river Araris,

  And all conjoined to meet the witless king

  That now is marching near to Parthia,

  And with unwilling soldiers faintly armed,

  To seek revenge on me and Tamburlaine –

  To whom, sweet Menaphon, direct me straight.

  MENAPHON

  I will, my lord.

  Exeunt.

  Scene 2

  [Enter] MYCETES, MEANDER, with other LORDS and SOLDIERS.

  MYCETES

  Come, my Meander, let us to this gear.

  I tell you true, my heart is swoll’n with wrath

  On this same thievish villain Tamburlaine,

  And of that false Cosroe, my traitorous brother.

  Would it not grieve a king to be so abused

  And have a thousand horsemen ta’en away?

  And, which is worst, to have his diadem

  Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?

  I think it would. Well then, by heavens I swear,

  10 Aurora shall not peep out of her doors

  But I will have Cosroë by the head

  And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.

  Tell you the rest, Meander, I have said.

  MEANDER

  Then, having passed Armenian deserts now,

  And pitched our tents under the Georgian hills,

  Whose tops are covered with Tartarian thieves

  That lie in ambush waiting for a prey,

  What should we do but bid them battle straight

  And rid the world of those detested troops,

  Lest, if we let them linger here a while,

  20 They gather strength by power of fresh supplies?

  This country swarms with vile outrageous men

  That live by rapine and by lawless spoil,

  Fit soldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine.

  And he that could with gifts and promises

  Inveigle him that led a thousand horse

  And make him false his faith unto his king

  Will quickly win such as are like himself.

  Therefore cheer up your minds, prepare to fight.

  He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine

  30 Shall rule the province of Albania.

  Who brings that traitor’s head, Theridamas’,

  Shall have a government in Media,

  Beside the spoil of him and all his train.

  But if Cosroë (as our spials say,

  And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,

  His highness’ pleasure is that he should live

  And be reclaimed with princely lenity.

  [Enter a SPY.]

  SPY

  An hundred horsemen of my company,

  Scouting abroad upon these champian plains,

  40 Have viewed the army of the Scythians,

  Which make reports it far exceeds the king’s.

  MEANDER

  Suppose they be in number infinite,

  Yet being void of martial discipline,

  All running headlong after greedy spoils

  And more regarding gain than victory,

  Like to the cruel brothers of the earth

  Sprung of the teeth of dragons venomous,

  Their careless swords shall lance their fellows’ throats

  50 And make us triumph in their overthrow.

  MYCETES

  Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say,

  That sprung of teeth of dragons venomous?

  MEANDER

  So poets say, my lord.

  MYCETES

  And ’tis a pretty toy to be a poet.

  Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read,

  And having thee I have a jewel sure.

  Go on, my lord, and give your charge, I say,

  Thy wit will make us conquerors today.

  MEANDER

  Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these thieves

  60 That live confounded in disordered troops,

  If wealth or riches may prevail with them,

  We have our camels laden all with gold

  Which you that be but common soldiers

  Shall fling in every corner of the field,

  And while the base-born Tartars take it up,

  You, fighting more for honour than for gold,

  Shall massacre those greedy-minded slaves;

  And when their scattered army is subdued

  And you march on their slaughtered carcasses,

  70 Share equally the gold that bought their lives

  And live like gentlemen in Persia.

  Strike up the drum, and march courageously!

  Fortune herself doth sit upon our crests.

  MYCETES

  He tells you true, my masters, so he does.

  Drums, why sound ye not when Meander speaks?

  [Strike drums.] Exeunt.

  Scene 3

  [Enter] COSROE, TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, USUMCASANE, ORTYGIUS, with Others.

  COSROE

  Now, worthy Tamburlaine, have I reposed

  In thy approvèd fortunes all my hope.

  What think’st thou, man, shall come of our attempts?

  For even as from assurèd oracle,

  I take thy doom for satisfaction.

  TAMBURLAINE

  And so mistake you not a whit, my lord,

  For fates and oracles of heaven have sworn

  To royalize the deeds of Tamburlaine,

  And make them blest that share in his attempts.

  And doubt you not but, if you favour me

  10 And let my fortunes and my valour sway

  To some direction in your martial deeds,

  The world will strive with hosts of men-at-arms

  To swarm unto the ensign I support.

  The host of Xerxes, which by fame is said

  To drink the mighty Parthian Araris,

  Was but a handful to that we will have.

  Our quivering lances shaking in the air

  And bullets like Jove’s dreadful thunderbolts,

  Enrolled in flames and fiery smouldering mists,

  20 Shall threat the gods more than Cyclopian wars;

  And with our sun-bright armour as we march

  We’ll chase the stars from heaven and dim their eyes

  That stand and muse at our admirèd arms.

  THERIDAMAS [to COSROE]

  You see, my lord, what working words he hath.

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p; But when you see his actions top his speech,

  Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth

  As I shall be commended and excused

  For turning my poor charge to his direction.

  30 And these his two renownèd friends, my lord,

  Would make one thrust and strive to be retained

  In such a great degree of amity.

  TECHELLES

  With duty and with amity we yield

  Our utmost service to the fair Cosroe.

  COSROE

  Which I esteem as portion of my crown.

  Usumcasane and Techelles both,

  When she that rules in Rhamnus’ golden gates

  And makes a passage for all prosperous arms

  Shall make me solely emperor of Asia,

  40 Then shall your meeds and valours be advanced

  To rooms of honour and nobility.

  TAMBURLAINE

  Then haste, Cosroë, to be king alone,

  That I with these my friends and all my men

  May triumph in our long-expected fate.

  The king your brother is now hard at hand.

  Meet with the fool, and rid your royal shoulders

  Of such a burden as outweighs the sands

  And all the craggy rocks of Caspia.

  [Enter a MESSENGER.]

  MESSENGER

  My lord, we have discovered the enemy

  50 Ready to charge you with a mighty army.

  COSROE

  Come, Tamburlaine, now whet thy wingèd sword

  And lift thy lofty arm into the clouds,

  That it may reach the king of Persia’s crown

  And set it safe on my victorious head.

  TAMBURLAINE [brandishing his sword]

  See where it is, the keenest curtle-axe

  That e’er made passage thorough Persian arms.

  These are the wings shall make it fly as swift

  As doth the lightning or the breath of heaven,

  And kill as sure as it swiftly flies.

  COSROE

  Thy words assure me of kind success.

  60 Go, valiant soldier, go before, and charge

  The fainting army of that foolish king.

  TAMBURLAINE

  Usumcasane and Techelles, come.

  We are enough to scare the enemy,

  And more than needs to make an emperor.

  [Exeunt.]

  [Scene 4]

  [Enter the armies] to the battle [and exeunt], and MYCETES comes out alone with his crown in his hand, offering to hide it.

  MYCETES

  Accurst be he that first invented war!

  They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men,

  How those were hit by pelting cannon shot

  Stand staggering like a quivering aspen leaf

  Fearing the force of Boreas’ boist’rous blasts!

  In what a lamentable case were I

  If nature had not given me wisdom’s lore!

 

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