Monologue

Tamburlaine Monologue

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · defiant · 39 sec

What, are the turtles fray'd out of their nests? Alas, poor fools, must you be first shall feel The sworn destruction of Damascus? They knew my custom; could they not as well Have sent ye out when first my milk-white flags, Through which sweet Mercy threw her gentle beams, Reflexed them on their disdainful eyes, As now when fury and incensed hate Flings slaughtering terror from my coal-black tents, And tells for truth submission comes too late?

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