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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 1

Act: 3 Scene: 3

And may my Love, the king of Persea ,

Returne with victorie, and free from wound.

Disdainful Turkesse and unreverend Bosse,

Cal'st thou me Concubine that am betroath'd

Unto the great and mighty Tamburlaine?

Thou wilt repent these lavish words of thine,

When thy great Bassoe-maister and thy selfe,

Must plead for mercie at his kingly feet,

And sue to me to be your Advocates.

Hearst thou Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk,

And how my slave, her mistresse menaceth.

Both for their sausinesse shall be employed,

To dresse the common souldiers meat and drink.

For we will scorne they should come nere our selves.

Ye Gods and powers that governe Persea,

And made my lordly Love her worthy King:

Now strengthen him against the Turkish Bajazeth,

And let his foes like flockes of fearfull Roes,

Pursude by hunters, flie his angrie lookes,

That I may see him issue Conquerour.

By this the Turks lie weltring in their blood

And Tamburlaine is Lord of Affrica.

If Mahomet should come from heaven and sweare,

My royall Lord is slaine or conquered,

Yet should he not perswade me otherwise,

But that he lives and will be Conquerour.

Now let me offer to my gracious Lord,

His royall Crowne againe, so highly won.