Bajazeth Monologue from Tamburlaine

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · defiant · 47 sec

Zabina, mother of three braver boys Than Hercules, that in his infancy Did pash the jaws of serpents venomous; Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike lance, Their shoulders broad for complete armour fit, Their limbs more large and of a bigger size Than all the brats y-sprung from Typhon's loins; Who, when they come unto their father's age, Will batter turrets with their manly fists;-- Sit here upon this royal chair of state, And on thy head wear my imperial crown, Until I bring this sturdy Tamburlaine And all his captains bound in captive chains.

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