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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 2

Act: 3 Scene: 3

Then let us bring our light Artilery,

Minions, Fauknets, and Sakars to the trench,

Filling the ditches with the walles wide breach,

And enter in, to seaze upon the gold:

How say ye Souldiers, Shal we not?

Nay Captain, thou art weary of thy life,

If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlain.

Captaine, these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes,

That bring fresh water to thy men and thee:

And lie in trench before thy castle walles,

That no supply of victuall shall come in,

Nor any issue foorth, but they shall die:

And therefore Captaine, yeeld it quietly.

A hundred horse shall scout about the plaines

To spie what force comes to relieve the horde.

Both we (Theridamas) wil intrench our men,

And with the Jacobs staffe measure the height

And distance of the castle from the trench,

That we may know if our artillery

Will carte full point blancke unto their wals.

Trumpets and drums, alarum presently,

And souldiers play the men, the hold is yours.