Monologue

Cosroe Monologue from Tamburlaine

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · defiant · 39 sec

I will not thank thee, sweet Ortygius; Better replies shall prove my purposes.-- And now, Lord Tamburlaine, my brother's camp I leave to thee and to Theridamas, To follow me to fair Persepolis; Then will we march to all those Indian mines My witless brother to the Christians lost, And ransom them with fame and usury: And, till thou overtake me, Tamburlaine, Farewell, lord regent and his happy friends. I long to sit upon my brother's throne.

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