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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 2

Act: 1 Scene: 3

Yes father, you shal see me if I live,

Have under me as many kings as you,

And martch with such a multitude of men,

As all the world shall tremble at their view.

No Madam, these are speeches fit for us,

For if his chaire were in a sea of blood,

I would prepare a ship and saile to it,

Ere I would loose the tytle of a king.

Act: 3 Scene: 2

And here this table as a Register

Of all her vertues and perfections.

My mothers death hath mortified my mind,

And sorrow stops the passage of my speech.

Tis nothing: give me a wound father.

Here father, cut it bravely as you did your own.

Act: 3 Scene: 5

See father, how Almeda the Jaylor lookes upon us.

Act: 4 Scene: 1

Call foorth our laisie brother from the tent,

For if my father misse him in the field,

Wrath kindled in the furnace of his breast,

Wil send a deadly lightening to his heart.

O cowardly boy, fie for shame, come foorth.

Thou doost dishonor manhood, and thy house.

Act: 4 Scene: 3

How like you that sir king? why speak you not?

Act: 5 Scene: 3

Your paines do pierce our soules, no hope survives,

For by your life we entertaine our lives.