Taburlaine the Great
I don't care how great he was, I don't like him. Anybody who wipes out his beloved's entire country isn't worth the time of day, in my book.
Oh, and I didn't care much for the play, either. The words were very nice, and the flow of it all was great, but there wasn't a plot to speak of, and certainly no point to it all. Like Shakespeare without that spark of intellectual weight that flares up behind the tradgedies, the mistaken twins and the set-pieces and battles.
I guess it isn't an accident that no one reads Marlow in high school english.