The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 1


Act: 1 Scene: 1
Before the Moone renew her borrowed light,
Doubt not my Lord and gratious Soveraigne,
But Tamburlaine, and that Tartarian rout,
Shall either perish by our warlike hands,
Or plead for mercie at your highnesse feet.
Then now my Lord, I humbly take my leave.

Act: 1 Scene: 2
Where is this Scythian Tamburlaine?
Tamburlaine? [Aside.]
A Scythian Shepheard, so imbellished
With Natures pride, and richest furniture?
His looks do menace heaven and dare the Gods,
His fierie eies are fixt upon the earth,
As if he now devis'd some Stratageme:
Or meant to pierce Avernus darksome vaults,
And pull the triple headed dog from hell.
Not Hermes Prolocutor to the Gods,
Could use perswasions more patheticall.
What stronge enchantments tice my yeelding soule?
Are these resolved noble scythians?
But shall I proove a Traitor to my King?
Won with thy words, and conquered with thy looks,
I yeeld my selfe, my men and horse tothee:
To be partaker of thy good or ill,
As long as life maintaines Theridamas.
Nor thee, nor them, thrice noble Tamburlaine ,
Shal want my heart to be with gladnes pierc'd
To do you honor and securitie.