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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Act: 1 Scene: 2

And making thee and me Techelles, kinges,

That even to death will follow Tamburlaine.

Come let us meet them at the mountain foot,

And with a sodaine and an hot alarme

Drive all their horses headlong down the hill.

And kingdomes at the least we all expect,

Besides the honor in assured conquestes:

Where kings shall crouch unto our conquering swords,

And hostes of souldiers stand amaz'd at us,

When with their fearfull tongues they shall confesse

Theise are the men that all the world admires.

Long may Theridamas remaine with us.