Cosroe Monologue from Tamburlaine

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · anguished · 51 sec

Ah, Menaphon, I pass not 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 vexed soul, To see our neighbours, that were wont to quake And tremble at the Persian monarch's name, Now sit and laugh our regiment to scorn; And that which might resolve me into tears, Men from the farthest equinoctial line Have swarm'd in troops into the Eastern India, Lading their ships with gold and precious stones, And made their spoils from all our provinces.

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