Tamburlaine cut up the earth once upon a time in Marlowe’s brilliant text.
He marched across the map, laying claim with a stomp of his foot to the world he was conquering.
It is a moment of supreme madness, yet one of extreme beauty.
To carve your place in places that do not belong to you, that is the madness.
The ferocity with which the character says “And this is mine” as he ravages the known-world, that is wherein lay the beauty.