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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 1

Act: 2 Scene: 2

Come my Meander, let us to this geere,

I tel you true my heart is swolne with wrath,

On this same theevish villaine Tamburlaine

And of that false Cosroe, my traiterous brother.

Would it not grieve a King to be so abusde,

And have a thousand horsmen tane away?

And which is worst to have his Diadem

Sought for by such scalde knaves as love him not?

I thinke it would: wel then, by heavens I sweare,

Aurora shatl not peepe out of her doves,

But I will have Cosroe by the head,

And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.

Tell you the rest (Meander) I have said.

Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say,

That sprong of teeth of Dragons venomous?

And tis a prety toy to be a Poet.

Wel, wel (Meander) thou art deeply read:

And having thee, I have a jewell sure:

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

Thy wit will make us Conquerors to day.

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

Drums, why sound ye not when Meander speaks.