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92 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1587
TAMBURLAINE: Is it not passing brave to be a king,Here Tamburlaine speaks to his dying rival Chosroes of the sweetness of a crown (and, I think, reveals something about Marlowe's own "aspiring mind). This also sounds much like Shakespeare's Richard of Gloucester, but Richard would not be created for three or four years:
And ride in triumph through Persepolis?
TECHELLES. O, my lord, it is sweet and full of pomp!
USUMCASANE. To be a king is half to be a god.
THERIDAMAS. A god is not so glorious as a king:
I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven,
Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth;--
To wear a crown enchas'd with pearl and gold,
Whose virtues carry with it life and death;
To ask and have, command and be obey'd;
When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize,--
Such power attractive shines in princes' eyes.
Nature, that fram'd us of four elementsHere a messenger explains to the Soldan of Egypt the significance of the changing colors of Tamburlaine's tents when he besieges a city:
Warring within our breasts for regiment,
Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds:
Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend
The wondrous architecture of the world,
And measure every wandering planet's course,
Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
And always moving as the restless spheres,
Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest,
Until we reach the ripest fruit of all,
That perfect bliss and sole felicity,
The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
The first day when he pitcheth down his tents,
White is their hue, and on his silver crest
A snowy feather spangled-white he bears,
To signify the mildness of his mind,
That, satiate with spoil, refuseth blood:
But, when Aurora mounts the second time,
As red as scarlet is his furniture;
Then must his kindled wrath be quench'd with blood,
Not sparing any that can manage arms:
But, if these threats move not submission,
Black are his colours, black pavilion;
His spear, his shield, his horse, his armour, plumes,
And jetty feathers, menace death and hell;
Without respect of sex, degree, or age,
He razeth all his foes with fire and sword.
"... Speak in that mood, /
For 'will' and 'shall' best fitteth Tamburlaine, /
Whose smiling stars gives him assured hope /
Of martial triumph ere he meet his foes."
Tamburlaine:
So shall he have his life and all the rest:
But if he stay until the bloody flag
Be once advanced on my vermilion tent,
He dies, and those that kept us out so long,
And when they see us march in black array,
With mournful streamers hanging down their heads,
Were in that city all the world contained,
Not one should 'scape, but perish by our swords.