Monologue

Tamburlaine Monologue

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · defiant · 38 sec

Now hang our bloody colours by Damascus, Reflexing hues of blood upon their heads, While they walk quivering on their city-walls, Half-dead for fear before they feel my wrath. Then let us freely banquet, and carouse Full bowls of wine unto the god of war, That means to fill your helmets full of gold, And make Damascus' spoils as rich to you As was to Jason Colchos' golden fleece.-- And now, Bajazeth, hast thou any stomach?

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