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id: 20288
title: Edward the Second
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  _Enter_ KING EDWARD, KENT, LANCASTER, _the elder_ MORTIMER, Mor._ If you love us, my lord, hate Gaveston. [_Exeunt all except King Edward, Kent, Gaveston, Mor._ The name of Mortimer shall fright the king, _Enter_ KING EDWARD, GAVESTON, _and_ KENT. Edw._ Thou shalt not hence; I''ll hide thee, Gaveston. Isab._ That Gaveston, my lord, shall be repeal''d. Edw._ For thee, fair queen, if thou lov''st Gaveston; Edw._ Lord Mortimer, we leave you to your charge. _Enter_ KING EDWARD, QUEEN ISABELLA, KENT, LANCASTER, Mor._ Nay, stay, my lord; I come to bring you news; Isab._ No, Mortimer; I''ll to my lord the king. Edw._ What, Lord Arundel, dost thou come alone? _Her._ Long live King Edward, England''s lawful lord! Edw._ Shall I not see the king my father yet? Edw. Third._ My lord, he is my uncle, and shall live. And bear the king''s to Mortimer our lord: _Enter_ KING EDWARD THE THIRD, Lords, _and_ Attendants.


id: 18781
title: Hero and Leander
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  So lovely fair was Hero, Venus'' nun, Can hardly blazon forth the loves of men, "Leander, thou art made for amorous play. Thence flew Love''s arrow with the golden head, Breathed darkness forth (dark night is Cupid''s day). Which like sweet music entered Hero''s ears, God knows I cannot force love as you do. As thou in beauty dost exceed Love''s mother. Love, Hero, then, and be not tyrannous, Hero''s looks yielded but her words made war. By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted, Moved by love''s force unto each other lep? Albeit Leander rude in love and raw, So to his mind was young Leander''s look. O, none but gods have power their love to hide, And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, The lusty god embraced him, called him "Love," As for his love both earth and heaven pined; Love is not full of pity (as men say)


id: 811
title: The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus From the Quarto of 1616
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  Yet art thou still but Faustus, and a man. But, tell me, Faustus, shall I have thy soul? FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL: O, there it stay''d! Then write again, FAUSTUS GIVES TO THEE HIS SOUL. Why, dost thou think that Faustus shall be damn''d? In which thou hast given thy soul to Lucifer. ''Tis thou hast damn''d distressed Faustus'' soul. O Faustus, they are come to fetch thy soul! Faustus, we are come from hell in person to shew thee Faustus, thou shalt; at midnight I will send for thee. Enter FAUSTUS, a HORSE-COURSER, and MEPHISTOPHILIS. What art thou, Faustus, but a man condemn''d to die? Do as thou wilt, Faustus; I give thee leave. Where art thou, Faustus? And Faustus now will come to do thee right. Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul what shall become of Faustus, being in hell for ever? [Footnote 27: Enter Faustus: Old eds.


id: 901
title: The Jew of Malta
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  Go tell ''em the Jew of Malta sent thee, man: Let''s take our leaves.--Farewell, good Barabas. Tut, Jew, we know thou art no soldier: But here in Malta, where thou gott''st thy wealth, Content thee, Barabas; thou hast naught but right. Barabas, thou know''st I am the governor''s son. [to LODOWICK.] Yonder comes Don Mathias; let us stay: [76] Thou hast thy crowns, fellow.--Come, let''s away. Barabas, thou know''st I have lov''d thy daughter long. O, no, good Barabas, come to our house! O, no, good Barabas, come to our house! What think''st thou shall become of it and thee? [Footnote 26: Enter three JEWS: A change of scene is supposed here, [Footnote 89: thou: Old ed. [Footnote 99: Enter ITHAMORE: The scene a room in the house of Barabas.] [Footnote 105: Enter BARABAS: The scene is still within the house of [Footnote 142: Enter FRIAR JACOMO: The scene is now before Barabas''s


id: 1094
title: Tamburlaine the Great — Part 1
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Enter TAMBURLAINE leading ZENOCRATE, TECHELLES, USUMCASANE, Draw forth thy sword, thou mighty man-at-arms, Where kings shall crouch unto our conquering swords, We yield unto thee, happy Tamburlaine. Enter COSROE, TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, What think''st thou, man, shall come of our attempts? Come, Tamburlaine; now whet thy winged sword, And none shall keep the crown but Tamburlaine: Hath hit the meaning of my lord the king! Thy fall shall make me famous through the world! Shall Tamburlaine extend his puissant arm. What, think''st thou Tamburlaine esteems thy gold? [Footnote 97: with his crown in his hand] The old eds. [Footnote 103: renowmed man-at-arms] See note ||, p. [Footnote 180: Re-enter Bajazeth, pursued by Tamburlaine] The old eds. [Footnote 289: Let the soldiers be buried.--Hell, death, Tamburlaine] [Footnote 304: should] So the 8vo.--The 4to "shall."] [Footnote 304: should] So the 8vo.--The 4to "shall."]


id: 1496
title: Massacre at Paris
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  Scene 1: Enter Charles the French King, [Catherine] the Queene Mother, the King of Navarre, the Prince of Condye, the Lord high Scene 5: Enter Guise, Anjoy, Dumaine, Gonzago, Retes, Montsorrell, Scene 11: Enter [Charles] the King of France, Navar and Epernoune Scene 14: Enter the King of Navarre, Pleshe and Bartus, and Scene 15: Enter [Henry] the King of France, Duke of Guise, Scene 22: Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and enter the King of France, We are betraide, come my Lords, and let us goe tell Enter [Charles] the King, [Catherine] the Queene Mother, Duke of Guise, Come let us goe tell the King. Come my Lord let''s goe. Come my Lord let''s goe. Come my Lord, let us goe to seek the Guise, Enter [Henry] the King of France, Duke of Guise, Epernoune, Guise, weare our crowne, and be thou King of France,


id: 1589
title: Tamburlaine the Great — Part 2
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  Between thy sons, that shall be emperors, Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave these arms, Thou shalt be king before them, and thy seed My lord, the great and mighty Tamburlaine, Villain, art thou the son of Tamburlaine, View me, thy father, that hath conquer''d kings, Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold And him, fair lady, shall thy eyes behold. Then welcome, Tamburlaine, unto thy death!-Shall bring thee bound unto the [173] general''s tent [.] Shall shroud thee from the wrath of Tamburlaine. Shall we let go these kings again, my lord, Have [214] stain''d thy cheeks, and made thee look like death, Enter TAMBURLAINE, drawn in his chariot by the KINGS OF [Footnote 38: shall] So the 8vo.--The 4to "should."] [Footnote 50: thee] Old eds. [Footnote 61: him] i.e. the king of Natolia.] [Footnote 301: Enter Tamburlaine, &c.] Here the old eds.


id: 37422
title: The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus Made into a Farce
author: Marlowe, Christopher
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  The LIFE and DEATH of _Doctor Faustus_ Made into a FARCE Mountfort''s _The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, Made into a Farce ... The text of Mountfort''s "Dr. Faustus" reveals that his farce, like any, which brought poor Faustus''s Fall," the "_Scene changes to Hell. The facsimile of Mountfort''s _The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus_ _Faust._ Settle thy Study, _Faustus_, and begin _Faust._ But why art thou afraid of the Devil? _Meph._ Ay _Faustus_, so I will, if thou wilt purchase me of _Lucifer_. _Bad Ang._ But _Faustus_, if I shall have thy Soul, _Faust._ Lo, _Mephostopholis_, for Love of thee, _Faustus_ has cut _Good An._ Yet, _Faustus_, think upon thy precious Soul. _Bad An._ _Faustus_, behold, behold thy Deed; if thou repent _Faust._ What art thou, _Faustus_, but a Man condemn''d. _Faust._ Where art thou, _Faustus_? _Faust._ Now, _Faustus_, hast thou but one bear Hour to Live,


