The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 2


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.