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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 2 Scene: 4

What, fearful coward , stragling from the camp

When Kings themselves are present in the field?

Base villaine, darst thou give the lie?

Are you the witty King of Persea?

I would intreat you to speak but three wise wordes.

Is this your Crowne?

You will not sell it, wil ye?

No, I tooke it prisoner.

Then tis mine.

Wel, I meane you shall have it againe.

Here take it for a while, I lend it thee,

Till I may see thee hem'd with armed men.

Then shalt thou see me pull it from thy head:

Thou art no match for mightie Tamburlaine.