The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 2


Act: 3 Scene: 3
What requier you my maisters?
To you? Why, do you thinke me weary of it?
Were you that are the friends of Tamburlain ,
Brothers to holy Mahomet himselfe,
I would not yeeld it: therefore doo your worst.
Raise mounts, batter, intrench, and undermine,
Cut off the water, all convoies that can,
Yet I am resolute, and so farewell.