Monologue

Zabina Monologue from Tamburlaine

From Tamburlaine by Christopher Marlowe

female · anguished · 1:18 min

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What do mine eyes behold? my husband dead! His skull all riven in twain! his brains dash'd out, The brains of Bajazeth, my lord and sovereign! O Bajazeth, my husband and my lord! O Bajazeth! O Turk! O emperor! Give him his liquor? not I. Bring milk and fire, and my blood I bring him again.--Tear me in pieces--give me the sword with a ball of wild-fire upon it.--Down with him! down with him!--Go to my child; away, away, away! ah, save that infant! save him, save him!--I, even I, speak to her. --The sun was down--streamers white, red, black--Here, here, here!--Fling the meat in his face--Tamburlaine, Tamburlaine!--Let the soldiers be buried.--Hell, death, Tamburlaine, hell!--Make ready my coach, my chair, my jewels.--I come, I come, I come!

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Zabina confronts the brutal death of her husband, Bajazeth, and expresses her grief and rage while contemplating revenge against Tamburlaine.

30s · anger · death · revenge · family · power

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