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    Tamburlaine

    By Christopher Marlowe

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    One of the greatest English playwrights, Christopher Marlowe received the scholarly compliment of having long been considered the author of some plays now attributed to Shakespeare. Marlowe's remarkable inventiveness and powers of poetic expression enabled him to render his first play, Tamburlaine, the relatively new form of English blank verse, establishing the form for later Elizabethan dramatic writing. This heroic epic, his most ambitious work, was also the first genuine English tragedy.
    Produced around 1587, the two-part romantic drama derives from the historical figure of Tamerlane (1336–1405), a Mongol warrior whose conquests and tyrannical rule extended from the Black Sea to the Upper Ganges. In Part I, Tamburlaine represents the best and most admirable qualities of the Renaissance man — his relentless rise to greatness, his ability to defy the odds and his determined pursuit of all life's possibilities. The first part concludes with the hero at the zenith of his powers, with vivid descriptions of his military victories and the passionate courting of a rival's captive daughter; in Part II, however, Tamburlaine's ambition overrides his better nature, and his greed and vanity ultimately lead to his ruin.
    Ideal for classroom use, this volume will also be a welcomed addition to the libraries of anyone fond of English literary classics.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDover Publications
    Release dateMay 7, 2012
    ISBN9780486156934
    Tamburlaine
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    Christopher Marlowe

    Christopher Marlowe was an English playwright, poet, and translator of the Elizabethan era. He was the foremost tragedian of his day.

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    • 4/5
      Tamburlaine the conqueror. Not much in terms of genuine character development, but with beautiful passages and historical allusions. Violence for its own sake. Probably a piece for a famous actor to take the title role.
    • 5/5
      Tamburlaine is often overshadowed by Marlowe's more influential plays, but it remains one of my favorites. There are beautiful, poetic passages that stand up to anything written in Marlowe's better-known works, and it's one of the more purely entertaining works in the Marlowe canon. Tamburlaine may not have the complexity of Faustus or the emotional depth of Edward, but he's very much larger than life. Even though he's not a sympathetic character, at least not to my modern sensibilities, I find his bombast and hyperbole fun to read.
    • 4/5
      The language of hyperbole the relentless cruelty of the central character and a play that features one martial exploit after another as the protagonists march across the stage makes the reading of it an exhausting experience. It was however a great hit on the Elizabethan stage, it was the play that put Christopher Marlowe on the map, in fact part 1 was so popular that the sequel part 2 was soon in production and it proved to be remarkably similar to part one without losing its power to shock its audience. If ever a character strode across the stage like a colossus then it would be Marlowe's Tamburlaine the Great, but over 5 hours of this striding is enough for anybody. Modern productions of the play that wish to tell the whole story (i.e. parts 1 and 2) have tended to make substantial cuts to the text.Marlowe's play comes under the genre of history plays. Timur of Lenk was a conquering chieftain from the previous century (fifteenth) and was seen both as a cruel barbarian as well as a charismatic figure who threatened christian Europe. Marlowe's Tamburlaine mirrors this dichotomy and in part 1 of the play the audience could both admire and be horrified by the central character, in part 2 the audience is more likely to be horrified as the cruelty takes over and Tamburlaine slips into something like madness. Marlowe depicts the charismatic side of Tamburlain not only by continual reference to his physical attributes but by the use of the language of hyperbole set down in strident iambic pentameters. This language is not only used by Tamburlaine himself, but also by other characters when describing Tamburlaine. In Act 2 scene 1 we get a description by Menaphon an adversary:Of stature tall, and straightly fashionèd,Like his desire, lift upwards and devine;So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bearOld Atlas' burden. 'Twixt his manly pitch,A pearl more worth than all the world is placed,Wherein by curious sovereignty of artAre fixed his piercing instruments of sightWhose fiery circles bear encompassèd A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres...........And this is Tamburlaine chiding Bajazeth whom he takes prisoner to humiliate and torture:The Chiefest God, first mover of the sphereEnchased with thousand ever-shining lamps,Will sooner burn the glorious frame of heavenThan it should conspire my overthrow.But, villain, thou that wishest this to me,fall prostrate on the low, disdainful earthAnd be the footstool of the great Tamburlain,That I may rise into my royal throne.(Be very suspicious of anybody that refers to themselves in the third person.) Elizabethan playgoers had never heard this sort of language before and it has since been dubbed Marlowe's mighty line. The soaring magnificence of Marlowe's mighty line in iambic pentameters would have been key to the popularity of the play, but so would the cruelty of the action onstage: King Bajazeth is kept starving in an iron cage which is brought into the food hall where Tamburlaine holds court, he is offered a knife to kill his caged wife so that he can live from her flesh, finally he beats his brains out on the iron bars as does his wife. The Governor of a besieged city sends out a group of virgins to Tamburlaine to plead for mercy, he hardly listens to their pleas before ordering his horse men to run them through with their spears and has their slaughtered carcasses hoisted up on the walls of the city. He stabs to death one of his own sons who refuses to fight................He orders the death of every man, woman and child of towns who do not surrender within three days of his arrival, commenting that they know my custom my pride would not let me do anything else. The character of a tyrant who sees himself more exalted than a God is exposed in a soliloquy just after he has ordered the killing of the virgins. He starts significantly by declaring his love for Zenocrate (his sort of love) before ruminating on his place in the world, his virtue, his nobility and his glory. Opposite him plays Zenocrate, who is the daughter of the Sultan of Egypt and whose beauty saves her from being a mere slave of Tamburlaine. He professes his love and makes her his queen, but it is a love based on show, she is a trophy which he loves to parade and Zenocrate accepts her role, first to save her skin and then she grows into being wife to Tamburlaine and exalting his greatness. She is brought up short when she sees the bodies of Bajazeth and his wife, but can rationalise the actions of her husband. Her death in part 2 involves a sumptuous funeral and her coffin is carted around by Tamburlaine and put on display wherever he is fighting his next war. Zenocrate like the audience is charmed by the charisma of Tambulaine and becomes blind or chooses not to see his cruelty. There are other themes in the play apart from the depiction of a tyrant, but they need to be picked out. Wars of religion and the slaughter of christians by their Moslem enemies makes it impossible for them to combine together to defeat Tamburlaine. Loyalty bred by fear rather than love is another theme, but essentially this is a play about Tamburlain the great. Marlowe's magnificent rhetoric makes this a play to be admired rather than loved. Opening it at any point and the reader can enjoy some brilliant blank verse, but to carry on reading page after page of martial exploits is perhaps not for everyone. It is not a play that I would want to re-read in full and I would hesitate to attend a live production, because the success of the play would depend on the acting of the central character, the way the director handles the action scenes and an atmospheric production. The temptation may be to soak everything in buckets of blood which is not my thing. Let Tamburlaine have the last word:But since I exercise a greater name ,The scourge of God and terror of the world,I must apply myself to fit those terms,In war, in blood, in death, in cruelty,And plague such peasants as resist in meThe power of heavens eternal majesty,......4 stars.
    • 5/5
      Like his desire, lift upwards and divine

      Tamburlaine is epic and merciless. Kit gave us an orientalist paen, but one woven with gilded verse, an elevating counterpoint to the interminable bloodshed. Marlowe’s canvas is vast, as the dying Tamburlaine commands: Give me a map. The extant world systems are pushed aside and the operating codes are knitted by circumstance. Each is left as ashes by the horde.

      Each scene is but chapter of conquest. Diplomacy and fealty no longer mean exactly what they did previously. Nor does Faith.

      A god is not so glorious as a king. I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven
      Can not compare with kingly joys in earth.

      It is engaging to consider the effect of staging the exploits of the Scourge of God to an Elizabethan audience.

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    Tamburlaine - Christopher Marlowe

    PART THE FIRST

    THE PROLOGUE

    From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits,

    And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay,

    We’ll lead you to the stately tent of war,

    Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine

    Threatening the world with high astounding terms,

    And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.

    View but his picture in this tragic glass,

    And then applaud his fortune as you please.

    Dramatis Personæ

    MYCETES, King of Persia.

    COSROE, his Brother.

    TAMBURLAINE, a Scythian Shepherd.

    BAJAZETH, Emperor of the Turks.

    KING OF ARABIA.

    KING of FEZ.

    KING of MOROCCO.

    KING of ARGIER (Algiers).

    SOLDAN of EGYPT.

    GOVERNOR of DAMASCUS.

    CAPOLIN, an Egyptian Captain.

    PHILEMUS, a Messenger.

    ZENOCRATE, Daughter of the Soldan of Egypt.

    ANIPPE, her Maid.

    ZABINA, Wife of Bajazeth.

    EBEA, her Maid.

    Virgins of Damascus.

    No list of the characters is given in the early editions; the omission is frequent in plays of this period.

    ACT THE FIRST

    SCENE I.

    Enter MYCETES, COSROE, MEANDER, THERIDAMAS, ORTYGIUS, CENEUS, MENAPHON, with others.

    MYC. Brother Cosroe, I find myself aggrieved,

    Yet insufficient to express the same;

    For it requires a great and thundering speech:

    Good brother, tell the cause unto my lords;

    I know you have a better wit than I.

    COS. Unhappy Persia, that in former age

    Hast been the seat of mighty conquerors,

    That, in their prowess and their policies,

    Have triumphed over Afric and the bounds

    Of Europe, where the sun scarce dares appear

    For freezing meteors and congealed cold,

    Now to be ruled and governed by a man

    At whose birthday Cynthia with Saturn joined,

    And Jove, the Sun, and Mercury denied

    To shed their influence in his fickle brain!

    Now Turks and Tartars shake their swords at thee,

    Meaning to mangle all thy provinces.

    MYC. Brother, I see your meaning well enough,

    And through your planets I perceive you think

    I am not wise enough to be a king;

    But I refer me to my noblemen

    That know my wit, and can be witnesses.

    I might command you to be slain for this:

    Meander, might I not?

    MEAND. Not for so small a fault, my sovereign lord.

    MYC. I mean it not, but yet I know I might;

    Yet live; yea live, Mycetes wills it so.

    Meander, thou, my faithful counsellor,

    Declare the cause of my conceivèd grief,

    Which is, God knows, about that Tamburlaine,

    That, like a fox in midst of harvest time,

    Doth prey upon my flocks of passengers;

    And, as I hear, doth mean to pull my plumes:

    Therefore ’tis good and meet for to be wise.

    MEAND. Oft have I heard your majesty complain

    Of Tamburlaine, that sturdy Scythian thief,

    That robs your merchants of Persepolis

    Trading by land unto the Western Isles,

    And in your confines with his lawless train

    Daily commits incivil¹ outrages,

    Hoping (misled by dreaming prophecies)

    To reign in Asia, and with barbarous arms

    To make himself the monarch of the East;

    But ere he march in Asia, or display

    His vagrant ensign in the Persian fields,

    Your grace hath taken order by Theridamas,

    Charged with a thousand horse, to apprehend

    And bring him captive to your highness’ throne.

    MYC. Full true thou speak’st, and like thyself, my lord,

    Whom I may term a Damon for thy love:

    Therefore ’tis best, if so it like you all,

    To send my thousand horse incontinent²

    To apprehend that paltry Scythian.

    How like you this, my honourable lords?

    Is’t not a kingly resolution?

    Cos. It cannot choose, because it comes from you.

    MYC. Then hear thy charge, valiant Theridamas,

    The chiefest captain of Mycetes’ host,

    The hope of Persia, and the very legs

    Whereon our State doth lean as on a staff

    That holds us up, and foils our neighbour foes:

    Thou shalt be leader of this thousand horse,

    Whose foaming gall with rage and high disdain

    Have sworn the death of wicked Tamburlaine.

    Go frowning forth; but come thou smiling home,

    As did Sir Paris with the Grecian dame;

    Return with speed—time passeth swift away;

    Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.

    THER. Before the moon renew her borrowed light,

    Doubt not, my lord and gracious sovereign,

    But Tamburlaine and that Tartarian rout,

    Shall either perish by our warlike hands,

    Or plead for mercy at your highness’ feet.

    MYC. Go, stout Theridamas, thy words are swords,

    And with thy looks thou conquerest all thy foes;

    I long to see thee back return from thence,

    That I may view these milk-white steeds of mine

    All loaden with the heads of killed men,

    And from their knees e’en to their hoofs below

    Besmeared with blood that makes a dainty show.

    THER. Then now, my lord, I humbly take my leave.

    MYC. Theridamas, farewell! ten thousand times.

    [Exit THERIDAMAS.

    Ah, Menaphon, why stay’st thou thus behind,

    When other men press forward for renown?

    Go, Menaphon, go into Scythia;

    And foot by foot follow Theridamas.

    COS. Nay, pray you let him stay; a greater task

    Fits Menaphon than warring with a thief:

    Create him Prorex³ of all Africa,

    That he may win the Babylonians’ hearts

    Which will revolt from Persian government,

    Unless they have a wiser king than you.

    MYC. Unless they have a wiser king than you.

    These are his words; Meander, set them down.

    COS. And add this to them–that all Asia

    Laments to see the folly of their king.

    MYC. Well, here I swear by this my royal seat,–

    COS. You may do well to kiss it then.

    MYC. Embossed with silk as best beseems my state,

    To be revenged for these contemptuous words.

    Oh, where is duty and allegiance now?

    Fled to the Caspian or the Ocean main?

    What shall i call thee? brother?—no, a foe;

    Monster of nature!—shame unto thy stock

    That dar’st presume thy sovereign for to mock!

    Meander, come: I am abused, Meander.

    [Exeunt all but COSROE and MENAPHON.

    MEN. How now, my lord? What, mated⁴ and amazed

    To hear the king thus threaten like himself!

    COS. Ah, Menaphon, I pass not⁵ for his threats;

    The plot is laid by Persian noblemen

    And captains of the Median garrisons

    To crown me Emperor of Asia:

    But this it is that doth excruciate

    The very substance of my vexèd soul—

    To see our neighbours that were wont to quake

    And tremble at the Persian monarch’s name,

    Now sit and laugh our regiment⁶ to scorn;

    And that which might resolve⁷ me into tears,

    Men from the farthest equinoctial line

    Have swarmed in troops into the Eastern India,

    Lading their ships with gold and precious stones,

    And made their spoils from all our provinces.

    MEN. This should entreat your highness to rejoice,

    Since Fortune gives you opportunity

    To gain the title of a conqueror

    By curing of this maimed empery.

    Afric and Europe bordering on your land,

    And continent to your dominions,

    How easily may you, with a mighty host,

    Pass into Græcia, as did Cyrus once,

    And cause them to withdraw their forces home,

    Lest you subdue the pride of Christendom.

    [Trumpet within

    COS. But, Menaphon, what means this trumpet’s sound?

    MEN. Behold, my lord, Ortygius and the rest

    Bringing the Crown to make you Emperor!

    Enter ORTYGIUS and CENEUS, with others, bearing a crown.

    ORTY. Magnificent and mighty Prince Cosroe,

    We, in the name of other Persian States⁸

    And Commons of the mighty monarchy,

    Present thee with the imperial diadem.

    CEN. The warlike soldiers and the gentlemen,

    That heretofore have filled Persepolis

    With Afric captains taken in the field,

    Whose ransom made them march in coats of gold,

    With costly jewels hanging at their ears,

    And shining stones upon their lofty crests,

    Now living idle in the wallèd towns,

    Wanting both pay and martial discipline,

    Begin in troops to threaten civil war,

    And openly exclaim against their king:

    Therefore, to stop all sudden mutinies,

    We will invest your highness Emperor,

    Whereat the soldiers will conceive more joy

    Than did the Macedonians at the spoil

    Of great Darius and his wealthy host.

    COS. Well, since I see the state of Persia droop

    And languish in my brother’s government,

    I willingly receive the imperial crown,

    And vow to wear it for my country’s good,

    In spite of them shall malice⁹ my estate.

    ORTY. And in assurance of desired success,

    We here do crown thee monarch of the East,

    Emperor of Asia and Persia;

    Great Lord of Media and Armenia;

    Duke of Africa and Albania,

    Mesopotamia and of Parthia,

    East India and the late-discovered isles;

    Chief Lord of all the wide, vast Euxine sea,

    And of the ever-raging Caspian lake.

    ALL. Long live Cosroe, mighty Emperor!

    COS. And Jove may never let me longer live¹⁰

    Than I may seek to gratify your love,

    And cause the soldiers that thus honour me

    To triumph over many provinces!

    By whose desire of discipline in arms

    I doubt not shortly but to reign sole king,

    And with the army of Theridamas,

    (Whither we presently will fly, my lords)

    To rest secure against my brother’s force.

    ORTY. We knew, my lord, before we brought the crown,

    Intending your investion so near

    The residence of your despisèd brother,

    The lords would not be too exasperate

    To injury¹¹ or suppress your worthy title;

    Or, if they would, there are in readiness

    Ten thousand horse to carry you from hence,

    In spite of all suspected enemies.

    COS. I know it well, my lord, and thank you all.

    ORTY. Sound up the trumpets then.

    [Trumpets sound.

    ALL. God save the King!

    [Exeunt.

    SCENE II.

    Enter TAMBURLAINE leading ZENOCRATE, TECHELLES, USUMCASANE,

    AGYDAS, MAGNETES, LORDS, and SOLDIERS, laden with treasure.

    TAMB. Come, lady, let not this appal your thoughts;

    The jewels and the treasure we have ta’en

    Shall be reserved, and you in better state,

    Than if you were arrived in Syria,

    Even in the circle of your father’s arms,

    The mighty Soldan of Ægyptia.

    ZENO. Ah, shepherd! pity my distressèd plight,

    (If, as thou seem’st, thou art so mean a man),

    And seek not to enrich thy followers

    By lawless rapine from a silly maid,

    Who travelling with these Median lords

    To Memphis, from my uncle’s country of Media,

    Where all my youth I have been governèd,

    Have passed the army of the mighty Turk,

    Bearing his privy signet and his hand

    To safe conduct us thorough Africa.

    MAG. And since we have arrived in Scythia,

    Besides rich presents from the puissant Cham,

    We have his highness’ letters to command

    Aid and assistance, if we stand in need.

    TAMB. But now you see these letters and commands

    Are countermanded by a greater man;

    And through my provinces you must expect

    Letters of conduct from my mightiness,

    If you intend to keep your treasure safe.

    But, since I love to live at liberty,

    As easily may you get the Soldan’s crown

    As any prizes out of my precinct;

    For they are friends that help to wean my state

    ’Till men and kingdoms help to strengthen it,

    And must maintain my life exempt from servitude.—

    But, tell me, madam, is your grace betrothed?

    ZENO. I am—my lord—for so you do import.

    TAMB. I am a lord, for so my deeds shall prove:

    And yet a shepherd by my parentage.

    But, lady, this fair face and heavenly hue

    Must grace his bed that conquers Asia,

    And means to be a terror to the world,

    Measuring the limits of his empery

    By east and west, as Phœbus doth his course.

    Lie here, ye weeds that I disdain to wear!

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