Monologue

Tamburlaine Monologue

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

male · dramatic · 42 sec

Her state and person want no pomp, you see; And for all blot of foul inchastity, I record heaven, her heavenly self is clear: Then let me find no further time to grace Her princely temples with the Persian crown; But here these kings that on my fortunes wait, And have been crown'd for proved worthiness Even by this hand that shall establish them, Shall now, adjoining all their hands with mine, Invest her here the Queen of Persia What saith the noble Soldan, and Zenocrate?

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