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To shed their influence in his fickle braine,
Who, from a Skythian Shephearde, by his rare and woonderfull Conquests, became a most puissant und mightye Monarque. And (for his tyranny, and terrour in Warre) was tearmed, The Scourge of God.
How like you this, my honorable Lords?
Zabina, wife to Bajazeth.
Our life is fraile, and we may die to day.
Begin in troopes to threaten civill warre,
To raigne in Asia, and with barbarous Armes,
In spight of them shall malice my estate.
And foot by foot follow Theridamas.
I long to see thee backe returne from thence,
Long live Cosroe mighty Emperour.
To gaine the tytle of a Conquerour,
Which is (God knowes) about that Tamburlaine,
Must grace his bed that conquers Asia:
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you.
But since I love to live at liberty,
To safe conduct us thorow Affrica.
Therefore tis best, if so it lik you all,
To apprehend that paltrie Scythian.
Marlowe, Christopher.
Then now my Lord, I humbly take my leave.
And openly exclaime against the King.
Whom I may tearme a Damon for thy love.
Hoping (misled by dreaming prophesies)
With costlie jewels hanging at their eares,
Lament to see the follie of their King.
Therefore to stay all sodaine mutinies,
How easely may you with a mightie hoste,
But Lady, this faire face and heavenly hew,
I am a Lord, for so my deeds shall proove,
Whereat the Souldiers will conceive more joy,
Returne with speed, time passeth swift away,
Virgins of Damascus]
For it requires a great and thundring speech:
To see our neighbours that were woont to quake.
We knew my Lord, before we brought the crowne,
Besides rich presents from the puisant Cham,
And Captaines of the Medean garrisons,
I am (my Lord,) for so you do import.
Doubt not my Lord and gratious Soveraigne,
Cosroe, his brother.
Is it not a kingly resolution?
But I refer me to my noble men,
Men from the farthest Equinoctiall line,
Ah, Menaphon, why staiest thou thus behind,
Whose foming galle with rage and high disdaine,
This should intreat your highnesse to rejoice,
Ah Shepheard, pity my distressed plight,
Meander come, I am abus'd Meander.
And must maintaine my life exempt from servitude.
To Memphis, from my uncles country of Medea,
The plot is laid by Persean Noble men,
Now to be rulde and governed by a man,
I know you have a better wit than I.
If you intend to keep your treasure safe.
In spite of all suspected enemies.
Oft have I heard your Majestie complain,
Bearing his privie signet and his hand:
Duke of Assiria and Albania,
As did Sir Paris with the Grecian Dame:
And yet a shepheard by my Parentage:
That like a Foxe in midst of harvest time,
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Dooth pray uppon my flockes of Passengers,
Gentlemen, and curteous Readers whosoever: I have here published in print for your sakes, the two tragical Discourses of the Scythian Shepheard, Tamburlaine, that became so great a Conquerour, and so mightie a Monarque: My hope is, that they wil be now no lesse acceptable unto you to read after your serious affaires and studies, then they have bene (lately) delightfull for many of you to see, when the same were shewed in London upon stages: I have (purposely) omitted and left out some fond and frivolous Jestures, digressing (and in my poore opinion) far unmeet for the matter, which I thought, might seeme more tedious unto the wise, than any way els to be regarded, though (happly) they have bene of some vaine conceited fondlings greatly gaped at, what times they were shewed upon the stage in their graced deformities: nevertheles now, to be mixtured in print with such matter of worth, it wuld proove a great disgrace to so honorable and stately a historie: Great folly were it in me, to commend unto your wisedomes, either the eloquence of the Authour that writ them, or the worthinesse of the matter it selfe; I therefore leave unto your learned censures, both the one and the other, and my selfe the poore printer of them unto your most curteous and favourable protection; which if you vouchsafe to accept, you shall ever more binde mee to imploy what travell and service I can, to the advauncing and pleasuring of your excellent degree.
Till men and kingdomes help to strengthen it:
I know it wel my Lord, and thanke you all.
The mightie Souldan of Egyptia.
The residence of your dispised brother,
Threatning the world with high astounding tearms.
Passe into Græcia, as did Cyrus once.
That knowe my wit, and can be witnesses:
His vagrant Ensigne in the Persean fields,
Tamburlaine the Great.
Have triumpht over Affrike, and the bounds.
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you?
It cannot choose, because it comes from you.
The warlike Souldiers, and the Gentlemen,
By lawlesse rapine from a silly maide.
As easely may you get the Souldans crowne,
Mesopotamia and of Parthia,
To rest secure against my brothers force.
And since we have arriv'd in Scythia,
That in their prowesse and their pollicies,
Then did the Macedonians at the spoile.
East India and the late discovered Isles,
Emperour of Asia, and of Persea,
And Jove may never let me longer live,
Nay, pray you let him stay, a greater task.
Not for so small a fault my soveraigne Lord.
The verie substance of my vexed soule:
Than if you were arriv'd in Siria,
Whether we presently will flie (my Lords)
Enter Ortigius and Ceneus bearing a Crowne, with others.
Ful true thou speakst, and like thy selfe my lord,
Tamburlaine the Great.
And seeke not to inrich thy followers,
Least you subdue the pride of Christendome?
And as I heare, doth meane to pull my plumes.
That heretofore have fild Persepolis.
With Affrike Captaines, taken in the field:
Who traveiling with these Medean Lords.
To send my thousand horse incontinent,
Theridamas, farewel ten thousand times.
And shining stones upon their loftie Crestes:
By curing of this maimed Emperie.
And bring him Captive to your Highnesse throne.
But now you see these letters and commandes,
Then I may seeke to gratifie your love,
Affrike and Europe bordering on your land,
We here doo crowne thee Monarch of the East,
I doubt not shortly but to raigne sole king,
Chardg'd with a thousand horse, to apprehend.
Have sworne the death of wicked Tamburlaine.
And vow to weare it for my countries good:
Lie here ye weedes that I disdaine to weare,
Mycetes, King of Persia.
Bajazeth, emperor of the Turks.
Therefore tis good and meete for to be wise.
All loden with the heads of killed men.
Well here I sweare by this my royal seat –
And in your confines with his lawlesse traine,
Present thee with th'Emperiall Diadem.
And made their spoiles from all our provinces.
To heare the king thus threaten like himselfe?
Unhappie Persea, that in former age.
Fled to the Caspean or the Ocean maine?
And cause the souldiers that thus honour me,
[Enter] Mycetes, Cosroe, Meander, Theridamas, Ortygius, Ceneus, [Menaphon,] with others.
Hast bene the seat of mightie Conquerors,
Declare the cause of my conceived griefe,
Monster of Nature, shame unto thy stocke,
I might command you to be slaine for this,
Tamburlaine, a Scythian shepherd.
Create him Prorex of Assiria,
Ah Menaphon, I passe not for his threates,
Brother, I see your meaning well enough.
But Menaphon, what means this trumpets sound?
Trading by land unto the Westerne Isles,
Who, from a Skythian Shephearde, by his rare and woonderfull Conquests, became a most puissant und mightye Monarque. And (for his tyranny, and terrour in Warre) was tearmed, The Scourge of God.
And cause them to withdraw their forces home,
Before the Moone renew her borrowed light,
Wel, since I see the state of Persea droope,
O where is dutie and allegeance now?
Governor of Damascus.
I willingly receive th'emperiall crowne,
To make himselfe the Monarch of the East:
That robs your merchants of Persepolis,
Have swarm'd in troopes into the Easterne India:
When other men prease forward for renowne:
That dar'st presume thy Soveraigne for to mocke.
Then heare thy charge, valiant Theridamas,
And ad this to them, that all Asia.
For freezing meteors and conjealed colde:
By East and west, as Pkœbus doth his course:
Magnificent and mightie Prince Cosroe,
Now living idle in the walled townes,
King of Morocco.
Zenocrate, daughter to the Soldan of Egypt.
By whose desires of discipline in Armes,
Have past the armie of the mightie Turke:
Brother Cosroe, I find my selfe agreev'd,
And of the ever raging Caspian Lake:
Aide and assistance if we stand in need.

Now sits and laughs our regiment to scorne:
Shall be reserv'd, and you in better state,
Now Turkes and Tartars shake their swords at thee,
Yet insufficient to expresse the same:
And continent to your Dominions:
And in assurance of desir'd successe,
Meaning to mangle all thy Provinces.
That he may win the Babylonians hearts,
Chiefe Lord of all the wide vast Euxine sea,
Capolin, an Egyptian.
Measuring the limits of his Emperie.
Embost with silke as best beseemes my state,
For they are friends that help to weane my state,
Or if they would, there are in readines.
Of Europe wher the Sun dares scarce appeare,
These are his words, Meander set them downe.
Meander, might I not?
I meane it not, but yet I know I might,
And meanes to be a terrour to the world,
To injure or suppresse your woorthy tytle.
Which will revolt from Persean government,
The two tragicall Discourses of mighty Tamburlaine, the Scythian Shepheard, etc.
[Enter] Tamburlaine leading Zenocrate: Techelles, Usumcasane, other Lords [,Magnetes, Agidas,] and Souldiers loden with treasure.
And thorough your Planets I perceive you thinke,
Bringing the Crowne to make you Emperour.
And with the Armie of Theridamas,
The jewels and the treasure we have tane.
Of great Darius and his wealthy hoast.
We will invest your Highnesse Emperour:
Daily commits incivill outrages,
But tell me Maddam, is your grace betroth'd?
Besmer'd with blood, that makes a dainty show.
And languish in my brothers government:
Meander, thou my faithfull Counsellor,
The chiefest Captaine of Mycetes hoste,
That holds us up, and foiles our neighbour foes.
And then applaud his fortunes if you please.
Yours, most humble at commaundement,
Manent Cosroe and Menaphon.
And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay,
Fits Menaphon, than warring with a Thiefe:
Letters of conduct from my mightinesse,
Lading their shippes with golde and pretious stones:
And Jove, the Sun, and Mercurie denied.
The Lords would not be too exasperate,
Since Fortune gives you opportunity,
Yet live, yea, live, Mycetes wils it so:
Philemus, a Messenger.
Go, stout Theridamas, thy words are swords,
Whereon our state doth leane, as on a staffe,
Weele leade you to the stately tent of War:
Great Lord of Medea and Armenia:
And that which might resolve me into teares,
Intending your investion so neere.
And from their knees, even to their hoofes below,
I am not wise enough to be a kinge,
Go frowning foorth, but come thou smyling home,
You may doe well to kisse it then.
Even in the circle of your Fathers armes:
Of Tamburlaine, that sturdie Scythian thiefe,
The hope of Persea, and the verie legges.
We in the name of other Persean states,
Ten thousand horse to carie you from hence,
Good brother tell the cause unto my Lords,
And tremble at the Persean Monarkes name,
Come lady, let not this appal your thoughts.
That I may view these milk-white steeds of mine,
But this it is that doth excruciate.
Or plead for mercie at your highnesse feet.
To the Gentlemen Readers: and others that take pleasure in reading Histories.
What, shall I call thee brother? No, a foe,
How now my Lord, what, mated and amaz'd.
Anippe, her maid.
But Tamburlaine, and that Tartarian rout,
To be reveng'd for these contemptuous words.
Are countermanded by a greater man:
(If as thou seem'st, thou art so meane a man)
Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine,
Shall either perish by our warlike hands,
And commons of this mightie Monarchie,
From jygging vaines of riming mother wits,
View but his picture in this tragicke glasse,
To triumph over many Provinces.
To crowne me Emperour of Asia.
At whose byrth-day Cynthia with Saturne joinde,
Soldan of Egypt.
Behold, my Lord, Ortigius and the rest,
Wanting both pay and martiall discipline,
Sound up the trumpets then, God save the King.
But ere he march in Asia, or display.
Your Grace hath taken order by Theridamas,
Where all my youth I have bene governed,
Whose ransome made them martch in coates of gold,
Go Menaphon, go into Scythia,
And through my provinces you must expect.
Thou shalt be leader of this thousand horse,
And with thy lookes thou conquerest all thy foes:
Bassoes, Lords, Citizens, Moors, Soldiers, and Attendants.
As any prizes out of my precinct.
We have his highnesse letters to command.
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