Scaena 1. Sigismond Fredericke Baldwine with their traine Sigis. NOw say my Lords of Buda and Bohemia What motiō is it that inflames your thoughts And stirs your valures to such soddaine armes Fred. Your Maiesty remembers I am sure What cruell slaughter of our Christian bloods These heathnish Turks and Pagans lately made Betwixt the citie Zula and Danubius How through the midst of Verna and Bulgaria And almost to the very walles of Rome They haue not long since massacred our Camp It resteth now then that your Maiesly Take all aduantages of time and power And worke reuenge vpon these Infidels Your Highnesse knowes for Tamburlaines repaire That strikes a terrour to all Turkish hearts Natolia hath dismist the greatest part Of all his armie pitcht against our power Betwixt Cutheia and Orminius mount And sent them marching vp to Belgasar Acantha Antioch and Caesaria To aid the kings of Soria and Ierusalem Now thou my Lord aduantage take hereof And issue sodainly vpon the rest That in the fortune of their ouerthrow We may discourage all the pagan troope That dare attempt to war with Christians Sig. But cals not then your Grace to memorie The league we lately made with king Orcanes Confirm'd by oth and Articles of peace And calling Christ for record of our trueths This should be treacherie and violence Against the grace of our profession Bald. No whit my Lord for with such Infidels In whom no faith nor true religion rests We are not bound to those accomplishments The holy lawés of Christendome inioine But as the faith which they prophanely plight Is not by necessary pollycy To be esteem'd assurance for our selues So what we vow to them shauld not infringe Our liberty of armes and victory Sig. Though I confesse the othes they vndertake Breed litle strength to our securitie Yet those infirmities that thus defame Their faiths their honors and their religion Should not giue vs presumption to the like Our faiths are sound and must be consumate Religious righteous and inuiolate Fred. Assure your Grace t is superstition To stand so strictly on dispensiue faith And should we lose the opportunity That God hath giuen to venge our Christians death And scourge their foule blasphemous Paganisme As fell to Saule to Balaam and the rest That would not kill and curse at Gods command So surely will the vengeance of the highest And iealous anger of his fearefull arme Be pour'd with rigour on our sinfull heads If we neglect this offered victory Sig. Then arme my Lords and issue sodainly Giuing commandement to our generall hoste With expedition to assaile the Pagan And take the victorie our God hath giuen Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 2. Orcanes Gazellus Vribassa with their traine Orcanes. GAzellus Vribassa and the rest Now will we march from proud Orminus mount To faire Natolia where our neighbour kings Expect our power and our royall presence T' incounter with the cruell tamburlain That nigh Larissa swaies a mighty hoste And with the thunder of his martial tooles Makes Earthquakes in the hearts of men and heauen Gaz. And now come we to make his sinowes shake With greater power than erst his pride hath felt An hundred kings by scores wil bid him armes And hundred thousands subiects to each score Which if a shower of wounding thunderbolts Should breake out off the bowels of the clowdes And fall as thick as haile vpon our heads In partiall aid of that proud Scythian Yet should our courages and steeled crestes And numbers more than infinit of men Be able to withstand and conquer him Vrib. Me thinks I see how glad the christian King Is made for ioy of your admitted truce That could not but before be terrified With vnacquainted power of our hoste Enter a messenger Mess Arme dread Soueraign and my noble Lords The treacherous army of the Christians Taking aduantage of your slender power Comes marching on vs and determines straight To bid vs battaile for our dearest liues Orc. Traitors villaines damned Christians Haue I not here the articles of peace And solemne couenants we haue both confirm'd He by his Christ and I by Mahomet Gaz. Hel and confusion light vpon their heads That with such treason seek our ouerthrow And cares so litle for their prophet Christ Orc. Can there be such deceit in Christians Or treason in the fleshly heart of man Whose shape is figure of the highest God Then if there be a Christ as Christians say But in their deeds deny him for their Christ If he be son to euerliuing Ioue And hath the power of his outstretched arme If he be iealous of his name and honor As is our holy prophet Mahomet Take here these papers as our sacrifice And witnesse of thy seruants periury Open thou shining vaile of Cynthia And make a passage from the imperiall heauen That he that sits on high and neuer sleeps Nor in one place is circumscriptible But euery where fils euery Continent With strange infusion of his sacred vigor May in his endlesse power and puritie Behold and venge this Traitors periury Thou Christ that art esteem'd omnipotent If thou wilt prooue thy selfe a perfect God Worthy the worship of all faithfull hearts Be now reueng'd vpon this Traitors soule And make the power I haue left behind Too litle to defend our guiltlesse liues Sufficient to discomfort and confound The trustlesse force of those false Christians To armes my Lords on Christ still let vs crie If there be Christ we shall haue victorie Sound to the battell and Sigismond comes out wounded Sig. Discomfited is all the Christian hoste And God hath thundered vengeance from on high For my accurst and hatefull periurie O iust and dreadfull punisher of sinne Let the dishonor of the paines I feele In this my mortall well deserued wound End all my penance in my sodaine death And let this death wherein to sinne I die Conceiue a second life in endlesse mercie Enter Orcanes Gazellus Vribassa with others Or. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods And Christ or Mahomet hath bene my friend Gaz. See here the periur'd traitor Hungary Bloody and breathlesse for his villany Orc. Now shall his barbarous body be a pray To beasts and foules and al the winds shall breath Through shady leaues of euery sencelesse tree Murmures and hisses for his hainous sin Now scaldes his soule in the Tartarian streames And feeds vpon the banefull tree of hell That zoacum that fruit of bytternesse That in the midst of fire is ingraft Yet flourisheth as Flora in her pride With apples like the heads of damned Feends The Dyuil 's there in chaines of quenchless flame Shall lead his soule through Orcus burning gulfes From paine to paine whose change shal neuer end What saiest thou yet Gazellus to his foile Which we referd to iustice of his Christ And to his power which here appeares as full As raies of Cynthia to the clearest sight Gaz. T is but the fortune of the wars my Lord Whose power
we should aime at such a dignitie ther. I know they would with our perswasions tam. Why then theridamas I le first assay To get the Persean Kingdome to my selfe Then thou for Parthia they for Scythia and Medea And if I prosper all shall be as sure As if the Turke the Pope Affrike and Greece Came creeping to vs with their crownes apace tech. Then shall we send to this triumphing King And bid him battell for his nouell Crowne Vsum. Nay quickly then before his roome be hot tam. T wil prooue a pretie iest in faith my friends the. A iest to chardge on twenty thousand men I iudge the purchase more important far tam. Iudge by thy selfe theridamas not me For presently techelles here shal haste To bid him battaile ere he passe too farre And lose more labor than the gaine will quight Then shalt thou see the Scythian tamburlaine Make but a iest to win the Persean crowne techelles take a thousand horse with thee And bid him turne his back to war with vs That onely made him King to make vs sport We will not steale vpon him cowardly But giue him warning and more warriours Haste the techelles we will follow thee What saith theridamas ther. Goe on for me Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 6. Cosroe Meander Ortygius Menaphon with other Souldiers Cos. VVhat means this diuelish shepheard to aspire With such a Giantly presumption To cast vp hils against the face of heauen And dare the force of angrie Iupiter But as he thrust them vnderneath the hils And prest out fire from their burning iawes So will I send this monstrous slaue to hell Where flames shall euer feed vpon his soule mean Some powers diuine or els infernall mixt Their angry seeds at his conception For he was neuer sprong of humaine race Since with the spirit of his fearefull pride He dares so doubtlesly resolue of rule And by profession be ambitous Ort. What God or Feend or spirit of the earth Or Monster turned to a manly shape Or of what mould or mettel he be made What star or state soeuer gouerne him Let vs put on our meet incountring mindes And in detesting such a diuelish Thiefe In loue of honor defence of right Be arm'd against the hate of such a foe Whether from earth or hell or heauen he grow Cos. Nobly resolu'd my good Ortygius And since we all haue suckt one wholsome aire And with the same proportion of Elements Resolue I hope we are resembled Vowing our loues to equall death and life Let 's cheere our souldiers to incounter him That grieuous image of ingratitude That fiery thirster after Soueraingtie And burne him in the fury of that flame That none can quench but blood and Emperie Resolue my Lords and louing souldiers now To saue your King and country from decay Then strike vp Drum and all the Starres that make The loathsome Circle of my dated life Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart That thus opposeth him against the Gods And scornes the Powers that gouerne Persea Enter to the Battell after the battell enter Cosroe wounded Theridamas tamburlaine Techelles Vsumeasane with others Cos. Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine Thus to depriue me of my crowne and life Treacherous and false theridamas Euen at the morning of my happy state Scarce being seated in my royall throne To worke my downfall and vntimely end An vncouth paine torments my grieued soule And death arrests the organe of my voice Who entring at the breach thy sword hath made Sacks euery vaine and artier of my heart Bloody and insatiate Tamburlain tam. The thirst of raigne and sweetnes of a crown That causde the eldest sonne of heauenly Ops To thrust his doting father from his chaire And place himselfe in the Emperiall heauen Moou'd me to manage armes against they state What better president than mightie Ioue Nature that fram'd vs of foure Elements Warring within our breasts for regiment Doth teach vs all to haue aspyring minds Our soules whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous Architecture of the world And measure euery wandring plannets course Still climing after knowledge infinite And alwaies moouing as the restles Spheares Wils vs to weare our selues and neuer rest Vntil we reach the ripest fruit of all That perfect blisse and sole felicitie The sweet fruition of an earthly crowne Ther. And that made me to ioine with tamburlain For he is grosse and like the massie earth That mooues not vpwards nor by princely deeds Doth meane to soare aboue the highest sort Tec. And that made vs the friends of Tamburlaine To lift our swords against the Persean King Vsum. For as when Ioue did thrust old Saturn down Neptune and Dis gain'd each of them a Crowne So do we hope to raign in Asia If tamburlain be plac'd in Persea Cos. The strangest men that euer nature made I know not how to take their tyrannies My bloodlesse body waxeth chill and colde And with my blood my life slides through my wound My soule begins to take her flight to hell And sommons all my sences to depart The heat and moisture which did feed each other For want of nourishment to feed them both Is drie and cold and now dooth gastly death With greedy tallents gripe my bleeding hart And like a Harpyr tires on my life Theridamas and Tamburlaine I die And fearefull vengeance light vpon you both He takes the Crowne and puts it on tam. Not all the curses which the furies breathe Shall make me leaue so rich a prize as this Teridamas techelles and the rest Who thinke you now is king of Persea All Tamburlaine tamburlaine Tamb. Though Mars himselfe the angrie God of armes And all the earthly Potentates conspire To dispossesse me of this Diadem Yet will I weare it in despight of them As great commander of the Easterne world If you but say that tamburlaine shall raigne Al. Long liue tamburlaine and raigne in Asia tamb. So now it is more surer on my head Than if the Gods had held a Parliament And all pronounst me king of Persea Finis Actus 2. Actus 3. Scaena 1. Baiazeth the kings of Fess. Moroco and Argier with others in great pompe Baiazeth GReat Kings of Barbary and my portly Bassoes We heare the Tartars the Easterne theeues Vnder the conduct of one Tamburlaine Presume a bickering with your Emperour And thinks to rouse vs from our dreadful siege Of the famous Grecian Constantinople You know our Armie is inuincible As many circumcised Turkes we haue And warlike bands of Christians renied As hath the Ocean or the Terrene sea Small drops of water when the Moon begins To ioine in one her semi-circled hornes Yet would we not be brau'd with forrain power Nor raise our siege before the Gretians yeeld Or breathles lie before the citie walles Fess. Renowmed Emperour and mighty Generall What if you sent the Bassoes of your guard To charge him to remaine in Asia Or els to threaten death and deadly armes As
high hill about the citie here tam. Let it be so about it souldiers But stay I feele my selfe distempered sudainly tech. What is it dares distemper Tamburlain tam. Something techelles but I know not what But foorth ye vassals what so ere it be Sicknes or death can neuer conquer me Exeunt Actus 5. Scaena 4. Enter Callapine Amasia with drums and trumpets Callap. KIng of Amasia now our mighty hoste Marcheth in Asia maior where the streames Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly runs And here may we behald great Babylon Circled about with Limnasphaltis Lake Where tamburlaine with all his armie lies Which being faint and weary with the siege Wee may lie ready to encounter him Before his hoste be full from Babylon And so reuenge our latest grieuous losse If God or Mahomet send any aide Ama. Doubt not my lord but we shal conquer him The Monster that hath drinke a sea of blood And yet gapes stil for more to quench his thirst Our Turkish swords shal headlong send to hell And that vile Carkasse drawne by warlike kings The Foules shall eate for neuer sepulchre Shall grace that base-borne Tyrant tamburlaine Cal. When I record my Parents slauish life Their cruel death mine owne captiuity My Viceroies bondage vnder tamburlaine Me thinks I could sustaine a thousand deaths To be reueng'd of all his Villanie Ah sacred Mahomet thou that hast seene Millions of Turkes perish by Tamburlaine Kingdomes made waste braue cities sackt burnt And but one hoste is left to honor thee And thy obedient seruant Callapine And make him after all these ouerthrowes To triumph ouer cursed Tamburlaine Ama Feare not my Lord I see great Mahomet Clothed in purple clowdes and on his head A Chaplet brighter than Apollos crowne Marching about the ayer with armed men To ioine with you against this Tamburlaine Renowmed Generall mighty Callapine Though God himselfe and holy Mahomet Should come in person to resist your power Yet might your mighty hoste incounter all And pull proud Tamburlaine vpon his knees To sue for mercie at your highnesse feete Cal. Captaine the force of Tamburlaine is great His fortune greater and the victories Wherewith he hath so sore dismaide the world Are greatest to discourage all our drifts Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full She waines againe and so shall his I hope For we haue here the chiefe selected men Of twenty seuerall kingdomes at the least Nor plowman Priest nor Merchant staies at home All Turkie is in armes with Callapine And neuer wil we sunder camps and armes Before himselfe or his be conquered This is the time that must eternize me For conquering the Tyrant of the world Come Souldiers let vs lie in wait for him And if we find him absent from his campe Or that it be reioin'd again at full Assaile it and be sure of victorie Exeunt Actus 5. Scaena 6. Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane WEepe heauens and vanish into liquid teares Fal starres that gouerne his natiuity And sommon al the shining lamps of heauen To cast their bootlesse fires to the earth And shed their feble influence in the aire Muffle your beauties with eternall clowdes For hell and darknesse pitch their pitchy tentes And Death with armies of Cymerian spirits Giues battile gainst the heart of Tamburlaine Now in defiance of that woonted loue Your sacred vertues pour'd vpon his throne And made his state an honor to the heauens These cowards inuisiblie assaile hys soule And threaten conquest on our Soueraigne But if he die your glories are disgrac'd Earth droopes and saies that hell in heauen is plac'd tech. O then ye Powers that sway eternal seates And guide this massy substance of the earthe If you retaine desert of holinesse As your supreame estates instruct our thoughtes Be not inconstant carelesse of your fame Beare not the burthen of your enemies ioyes Triumphing in his fall whom you aduanst But as his birth life health and maiesty Were strangely blest and gouerned by heauen So honour heauen til heauen dissolued be His byrth his life his health and maiesty Cas Blush heauen to loose the honor of thy name To see thy foot-stoole set vpon thy head And let no basenesse in thy haughty breast Sustaine a shame of such inexcellence To see the deuils mount in Angels throanes And Angels diue into the pooles of hell And though they think their painfull date is out And that their power is puissant as Ioues Which makes them manage armes against thy state Yet make them feele the strength of Tamburlain Thy instrument and note of Maisty Is greater far than they can thus subdue For if he die thy glorie is disgrac'd Earth droopes and saies that hel in heauen is plac'd tam. What daring God torments my body thus And seeks to conquet mighty Tamburlaine Shall sicknesse prooue me now to be a man That haue bene tearm'd the terrour of the world Techelles and the rest come take your swords And threaten him whose hand afflicts my soul Come let vs march against the powers of heauen And set blacke streamers in the firmament To signifie the slaughter of the Gods Ah friends what shal I doe I cannot stand Come carie me to war against the Gods That thus inuie the health of Tamburlaine ther. Ah good my Lord leaue these impatient words Which ad much danger to your malladie tam. Why shal I sit and languish in this paine No strike the drums and in reuenge of this Come let vs chardge our speares and pierce his breast Whose shoulders beare the Axis of the world That if I perish heauen and earth may fade theridamas haste to the court of Ioue Will him to send Apollo hether straight To cure me or I le fetch him downe my selfe tech. Sit stil my gratious Lord this griefe wil cease And cannot last it is so violent tam. Not last techelles no for I shall die See where my slaue the vglie monster death Shaking and quiuering pale and wan for feare Stands aiming at me with his murthering dart Who flies away at euery glance I giue And when I look away comes stealing on Villaine away and hie thee to the field I and myne armie come to lode thy barke With soules of thousand mangled carkasses Looke where he goes but see he comes againe Because I stay techelles let vs march And weary Death with bearing soules to hell Phi. Pleaseth your Maiesty to drink this potion Which wil abate the furie of your fit And cause some milder spirits gouerne you tam. Tel me what think you of my sicknes now Phi. I view'd your vrine and the Hipostates Thick and obscure doth make your danger great Your vaines are full of accidentall heat Whereby the moisture of your blood is dried The Humidum and Calor which some holde Is not a parcell of the Elements But of a substance more diuine and pure Is almost cleane extinguished and spent Which being the cause of life imports your death Besides my Lord this day is Criticall Dangerous to
could their nūbers counteruail the stars Or euer drisling drops of Aprill showers Or withered leaues that Autume shaketh downe Yet would the Souldane by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage That not a man should liue to rue their fall Cap. So might your highnesse had you time to sort Your fighting men and raise your royall hoste But tamburlaine by expedition Aduantage takes of your vnreadinesse Soul Let him take all th' aduantages he can Were all the world conspird to fight for him Nay were he Deuill as he is no man Yet in reuenge of faire Zenocrate Whom he detaineth in despight of vs This arme should send him downe to Erebus To shroud his shame in darknes of the night Mess. Pleaseth your mightinesse to vnderstand His resolution far exceedeth all The first day when he pitcheth downe his tentes White is their hew and on his siluer crest A snowy Feather spangled white he beares To signify the mildnesse of his minde That satiate with spoile refuseth blood But when Aurora mounts the second time As red as scarlet is his furniture Then must his kindled wrath bee quencht with blood Not sparing any that can manage armes But if these threats mooue not submission Black are his collours blacke Pauilion His speare his shield his horse his armour plumes And Ietty Feathers menace death and hell Without respect of Sex degree or age He raceth all his foes with fire and sword Soul Mercilesse villaine Pesant ignorant Of lawfull armes or martiall discipline Pillage and murder are his vsuall trades The slaue vsurps the glorious name of war See Capolin the faire Arabian king That hath bene disapointed by this slaue Of my faire daughter and his princely Loue May haue fresh warning to go war with vs And be reueng'd for her dispardgement Actus 4. Scaena 2. Tamburlain Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasane Zenocrate Anippe two Moores drawing Baiazeth in his cage and his wife following him Tamb. BRing out my foot-stoole They take him out of the cage Bai Ye holy Priests of heauenly Mahomet That sacrificing slice and cut your flesh Staining his Altars with your purple blood Make heauen to frowne and euery fired starre To sucke vp poison from the moorish Fens And poure it in this glorious Tyrants throat tam. The chiefest God first moouer of that Spheare Enchac'd with thousands euer shining lamps Will sooner burne the glorious frame of Heauen Then it should so conspire my ouerthrow But Villaine thou that wishest this to me Fall prostrate on the lowe disdainefull earth And be the foot-stoole of great Tamburlain That I may rise into my royall throne Bai. First shalt thou rip my bowels with thy sword And sacrifice my heart to death and hell Before I yeeld to such a slauery tamb. Base villain vassall slaue to Tamburlaine Vnworthy to imbrace or touch the ground That beares the honor of my royall waight Stoop villaine stoope stoope for so he bids That may command thee peecemeale to be torne Or scattered like the lofty Cedar trees Strocke with the voice of thundring Iupiter Bai. Then as I look downe to the damned Feends Feends looke on me and thou dread God of hell With Evan Scepter strike this hatefull earth And make it swallow both of vs at once He gets vp vpon him to his chaire Tamb. Now cleare the triple region of the aire And let the maiestie of heauen beholde Their Scourge and Terrour treade on Emperours Smile Stars that raign'd at my natiuity And dim the brightnesse of their neighbor Lamps Disdaine to borrow light of Cynthia For I the chiefest Lamp of all the earth First rising in the East with milde aspect But fired now in the Meridian line Will send vp fire to your turning Spheares And cause the Sun to borrowe light of you My sword stroke fire from his coat of steele Euen in Bythinia when I took this Turke As when a fiery exhalation Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloude Fighting for passage make the Welkin cracke And casts a flash of lightning to the earth But ere I martch to wealthy Persea Or leaue Damascus and th' Egyptian fields As was the fame of Clymeus brain-sicke sonne That almost brent the Axeltree of heauen So shall our swords our lances and our shot Fill all the aire with fiery meteors Then when the Sky shal waxe as red as blood It shall be said I made it red my selfe To make me think of nought but blood and war Zab. Vnworthy king that by thy crueltie Vnlawfully vsurpest the Persean seat Dar'st thou that neuer saw an Emperour Before thou met my husband in the field Being thy Captiue thus abuse his state Keeping his kingly body in a Cage That rooffes of golde and sun-bright Pallaces Should haue prepar'd to entertaine his Grace And treading him beneath thy loathsome feet Whose feet the kings of Affrica haue kist tech. You must deuise some tormēt worsse my Lord To make these captiues reine their lauish tongues tam. zenocrate looke better to your slaue zen. She is my Handmaids slaue and she shal looke That these abuses flow not from her tongue Chide her Anippe Anip. Let these be warnings for you then my slaue How you abuse the person of the king Or els I sweare to haue you whipt stark nak'd Bai. Great tamburlaine great in my ouerthrow Ambitious pride shall make thee fall as low For treading on the back of Baiazeth That should be horsed on fower mightie kings tam. Thy names and tytles and thy dignities Are fled from Baiazeth and remaine with me That will maintaine it against a world of Kings Put him in againe Bai. Is this a place for mighty Baiazeth Confusion light on him that helps thee thus tam. There whiles he liues shal Baiezeth be kept And where I goe be thus in triumph drawne And thou his wife shalt feed him with the scraps My seruitures shall bring the from my boord For he that giues him other food than this Shall sit by him and starue to death himselfe This is my minde and I will haue it so Not all the Kings and Emperours of the Earth If they would lay their crownes before my feet Shall ransome him or take him from his cage The ages that shall talk of Tamburlain Euen from this day to Platoes wondrous yeare Shall talke how I haue handled Baiazeth These Mores that drew him from Bythinia To faire Damascus where we now remaine Shall lead him with vs wheresoere we goe Techelles and my louing followers Now may we see Damascus lofty towers Like to the shadowes of Pyramides That with their beauties grac'd the Memphion fields The golden stature of their feathered bird That spreads her wings vpon the citie wals Shall not defend it from our battering shot The townes-men maske in silke and cloath of gold And euery house is as a treasurie The men the treasure and the towne is ours Ther. Your tentes of white now pitch'd before the gates And gentle flags of amitie displaid I
in you my Lord Or if my loue vnto your maiesty May merit fauour at your highnesse handes Then raise your siege from faire Damascus walles And with my father take a frindly truce tamb. Zenocrate were Egypt Ioues owne land Yet would I with my sword make Ioue to stoupe I will confute those blind Geographers That make a triple region in the world Excluding Regions which I meane to trace And with this pen reduce them to a Map Calling the Prouinces Citties and townes After my name and thine zenocrate Here at Damascus will I make the Point That shall begin the Perpendicular And wouldst thou haue me buy thy Fathers loue With such a losse Tell me zenocrate Zen. Honor still waight on happy tamburlaine Yet giue me leaue to plead for him my Lord Tam. Content thy selfe his person shall be safe And all the friendes of faire Zenocrate If with their liues they will be pleasde to yeeld Or may be forc'd to make me Emperour For Egypt and Arabia must be mine Feed you slaue thou maist thinke thy selfe happie to be fed from my trencher Bai. My empty stomacke ful of idle heat Drawes bloody humours from my feeble partes Preseruing life by hasting cruell death My vaines are pale my sinowes hard and drie My iointes benumb'd vnlesse I eat I die Zab. Eat Baiazeth Let vs liue in spite of them Looking some happie power will pitie and inlarge vs tam. Here Turk wilt thou haue a cleane trencher Bai. I Tyrant and more meat tam. Soft sir you must be dieted too much eating will make you surfeit ther. So it would my lord specially hauing so smal a walke and so litle exercise Enter a second course of Crownes tam. Theridamas techelles and Casane here are the cates you desire to finger are they not ther. I my Lord but none saue kinges must feede with these tech. T is enough for vs to see them and for tamburlaine onely to enioy them tam. Wel Here is now to the Souldane of Egypt the King of Arabia and the Gouernour of Damascus Now take these three crownes and pledge me my contributorie Kings I crowne you here Theridamas King of Argier Techelles King of Fesse and Vsumeasane King of Morocus How say you to this Turke these are not your contributorie kings Bai. Nor shall they long be thine I warrant them tam. Kings of Argier Morocus and of Fesse You that haue martcht with happy Tamburlaine As far as from the frozen place of heauen Vnto the watry mornings ruddy hower And thence by land vnto the Torrid Zone Deserue these tytles I endow you with By value and by magnanimity Your byrthes shall be no blemish to your fame For vertue is the fount whence honor springs And they are worthy she inuesteth kings ther. And since your highnesse hath so well vouchsaft If we deserue them not with higher meeds Then erst our states and actions haue retain'd Take them away againe and make vs slaues Tam. Wel said Theridamas when holy Fates Shall stablish me in strong Egyptia We meane to traueile to th' Antatique Pole Conquering the people vnderneath our feet And be renowm'd as neuer Emperours were zenocrate I will not crowne thee yet Vntil with greater honors I be grac'd Finis Actus quarti Actus 5. Scaena 1. The Gouernour of Damasco with three or foure Citizens and foure Virgins with branches of Laurell in their hands Gouernour STil doth this man or rather God of war Batter our walles and beat our Turrets downe And to resist with longer stubbornesse Or hope of rescue from the Souldans power Were but to bring our wilfull ouerthrow And make vs desperate of our threatned liues We see his tents haue now bene altered With terrours to the last and cruelst hew His cole-blacke collours euery where aduaunst Threaten our citie with a generall spoile And if we should with common rites of Armes Offer our safeties to his clemencie I feare the custome proper to his sword Which he obserues as parcell of his fame Intending so to terrifie the world By any innouation or remorse Will neuer be dispenc'd with til our deaths Therfore for these our harmlesse virgines sakes Whose honors and whose liues relie on him Let vs haue hope that their vnspotted praiers Their blubbered cheekes and hartie humble mones Will melt his furie into some remorse And vse vs like a louing Conquerour Virg. If humble suites or imprecations vttered with teares of wretchednesse and blood Shead from the heads and hearts of all our Sex Some made your wiues and some your children Might haue intreated your obdurate breasts To entertaine some care of our securities Whiles only danger beat vpon our walles These more than dangerous warrants of our death Had neuer bene erected as they bee Nor you depend on such weake helps as we Go. Wel louely Virgins think our countries care Our loue of honor loth to be enthral'd To forraine powers and rough imperious yokes Would not with too much cowardize or feare Before all hope of rescue were denied Submit your selues and vs to seruitude Therefore in that your safeties and our owne Your honors liberties and liues were weigh'd In equall care and ballance with our owne Endure as we the malice of our stars The wrath of Tamburlain and power of warres Or be the means the ouerweighing heauens Haue kept to quallifie these hot extreames And bring vs pardon in your chearfull lookes 2. Virg. Then here before the maiesty of heauen And holy Patrones of Egyptia With knees and hearts submissiue we intreate Grace to our words and pitie to our lookes That this deuise may prooue propitious And through the eies and eares of tamburlaine Conuey euents of mercie to his heart Graunt that these signes of victorie we yeeld May bind the temples of his conquering head To hide the folded furrowes of his browes And shadow his displeased countenance With happy looks of ruthe and lenity Leaue vs my Lord and louing countrimen What simple Virgins may perswade we will Go. Farewell sweet Virgins on whose safe return Depends our citie libertie and liues Exeunt Actus 5. Scaena 2. Tamburlaine Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasan with others Tamburlaine all in blacke and verie melancholy Tamb. WHat are the Turtles fraide out of their neastes Alas poore fooles must you be first shal feele The sworne destruction of Damascus They know my custome could they not as well Haue sent ye out when first my milkwhite flags Through which sweet mercie threw her gentle beams Reflexing them on your disdainfull eyes As now when furie and incensed hate Flings slaughtering terrour from my coleblack tents And tels for trueth submissions comes too late 1. Virgin Most happy King and Emperour of the earth Image of Honor and Nobilitie For whome the Powers diuine haue made the world And on whose throne the holy Graces sit In whose sweete person is compriz'd the Sum Of natures Skill and heauenly maiestie Pittie our plightes O pitie poore Damascus Pitie olde age within whose siluer haires Honor
and reuerence euermore haue raign'd Pitie the mariage bed where many a Lord In prime and glorie of his louing ioy Embraceth now with teares of ruth and blood The iealous bodie of his fearfull wife Whose cheekes and hearts so punisht with conceit To thinke thy puisant neuer staied arme Will part their bodies and preuent their soules From heauens of comfort yet their age might beare Now waxe all pale and withered to the death As well for griefe our ruthlesse Gouernour Haue thus refusde the mercie of thy hand Whose scepter Angels kisse and Furies dread As for their liberties their loues or liues O then for these and such as we our selues For vs for infants and for all our bloods That neuer nourisht thought against thy rule Pitie O pitie sacred Emperour The prostrate seruice of this wretched towne And take in signe thereof this gilded wreath Whereto ech man of rule hath giuen his hand And wisht as worthy subiects happy meanes To be inuesters of thy royall browes Euen with the true Egyptian Diadem tam. Virgins in vaine ye labore to preuent That which mine honor sweares shal be perform'd Behold my sword what see you at the point Virg. Nothing but feare and fatall steele my Lord tam. Your fearfull minds are thicke and mistie then For there sits Death there sits imperious Death Keeping his circuit by the slicing edge But I 'am pleasde you shall not see him there He now is seated on my horsmens speares And on their points his fleshlesse bodie feches Techelles straight goe charge a few of them To chardge these Dames and shew my seruant death Sitting in scarlet on their armed speares Omnes O pitie vs tam. Away with them I say and shew them death They take them away I will not spare these proud Egyptians Nor change my Martiall obseruations For all the wealth of Gehons golden waues Or for the loue of Venus would she leaue The angrie God of Armes and lie with me They haue refusde the offer of their liues And know my customes are as peremptory As wrathfull Planets death or destinie Enter Techelles What haue your horsmen shewen the virgins Death tech. They haue my Lord and on Damascus wals Haue hoisted vp their slaughtered carcases tam. A sight as banefull to their soules I think As are Thessalian drugs or Mithradate But goe my Lords put the rest to the sword Exeunt Ah faire Zenocrate diuine Zenocrate Faire is too foule an Epithite for thee That in thy passion for thy countries loue And feare to see thy kingly Fathers harme With haire discheweld wip'st thy watery cheeks And like to Flora in her mornings pride Shaking her siluer treshes in the aire Rain'st on the earth resolued pearle in showers And sprinklest Saphyrs on thy shining face Wher Beauty mother to the Muses sits And comments vollumes with her Yuory pen Taking instructions from thy flowing eies Eies when that Ebena steps to heauen In silence of thy solemn Euenings walk Making the mantle of the richest night The Moone the Planets and the Meteors light There Angels in their christal armours fight A doubtfull battell with my tempted thoughtes For Egypts freedom and the Souldans life His life that so consumes Zenocrate Whose sorrowes lay more siege vnto my saule Than all my Army to Damascus walles And neither Perseans Soueraign nor the Turk Troubled my sences with conceit of foile So much by much as dooth zenocrate What is beauty saith my sufferings then If all the pens that euer poets held Had fed the feeling of their maisters thoughts And euery sweetnes that inspir'd their harts Their minds and muses on admyred theames If all the heauenly Quintessence they still From their immortall flowers of Poesy Wherein as in a myrrour we perceiue The highest reaches of a humaine wit If these had made one Poems period And all combin'd in Beauties worthinesse Yet should ther houer in their restlesse heads One thought one grace one woonder at the least Which into words no vertue can digest But how vnseemly is it for my Sex My discipline of armes and Chiualrie My nature and the terrour of my name To harbour thoughts effeminate and faint Saue onely that in Beauties iust applause With whose instinct the soule of man is toucht And euery warriour that is rapt with loue Of fame of valour and of victory Must needs haue beauty beat on his conceites I thus conceiuing and subduing both That which hath stopt the tempest of the Gods Euen from the fiery spangled vaile of heauen To feele the louely warmth of shepheards flames And martch in cottages of strowed weeds Shal giue the world to note for all my byrth That Vertue solely is the sum of glorie And fashions men with true nobility Who 's within there Enter two or three Hath Baiazeth bene fed to day An. I my Lord tamb. Bring him forth let vs know if the towne be ransackt Enter Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasan others tech The town is ours my Lord and fresh supply Of conquest and of spoile is offered vs tam. That 's wel techelles what 's the newes tech. The Souldan and the Arabian king together Martch on vs with such eager violence As if there were no way but one with vs tam. No more there is not I warrant thee techelles They bring in the Turke ther. We know the victorie is ours my Lord But let vs saue the reuerend Souldans life For faire Zenocrate that so laments his state tamb. That will we chiefly see vnto theridamas For sweet zenocrate whose worthinesse Deserues a conquest ouer euery hart And now my footstoole if I loose the field You hope of libertie and restitution Here let him stay my maysters from the tents Till we haue made vs ready for the field Pray for vs Baiazeth we are going Exeunt Bai. Go neuer to returne with victorie Millions of men encompasse thee about And gore thy body with as many wounds Sharpe forked arrowes light vpon thy horse Furies from the blacke Cocitus lake Breake vp the earth and with their firebrands Enforce thee run vpon the banefull pikes Volleyes of shot pierce through thy charmed Skin And euery bullet dipt in poisoned drugs Or roaring Cannons seuer all thy ioints Making thee mount as high as Eagles soare zab. Let all the swords and Lances in the field Stick in his breast as in their proper roomes At euery pore let blood comme dropping foorth That lingring paines may massacre his heart And madnesse send his damned soule to hell Bai. Ah faire zabina we may curse his power The heauens may frowne the earth for anger quake But such a Star hath influence in his sword As rules the Skies and countermands the Gods More than Cymerian Stix or Distinie And then shall we in this detested guyse With shame with hungar and with horror aie Griping our bowels with retorqued thoughtes And haue no hope to end our extasies zab. Then is there left no Mahomet no God No Feend no Fortune nor no hope of end
The Bulwarks and the rampiers large and strong With Caualieros and thicke counterforts And roome within to lodge sixe thousand men It must haue priuy ditches countermines And secret issuings to defend the ditch It must haue high Argins and couered waies To keep the bulwark fronts from battery And Parapets to hide the Muscatiers Casemates to place the great Artillery And store of ordinance that from euery flanke May scoure the outward curtaines of the Fort Dismount the Cannon of the aduerse part Murther the Foe and saue their walles from breach When this is learn'd for seruice on the land By plaine and easie demonstration I le teach you how to make the water mount That you may dryfoot martch through lakes pooles Deep riuers hauens creekes and litle seas And make a Fortresse in the raging waues Fenc'd with the concaue of a monstrous rocke Inuincible by nature of the place When this is done then are ye souldiers And worthy sounes of Tamburlain the great Cal. My Lord but this is dangerous to be done We may be slaine or wounded ere we learne tam. Villain art thou the sonne of Tamburlaine And fear'st to die or with a Curtle-axe To hew thy flesh and make a gaping wound Hast thou beheld a peale of ordinance strike A ring of pikes mingled with shot and horse Whose shattered lims being tost as high as heauen Hang in the aire as thicke as sunny motes And canst thou Coward stand in feare of death Hast thou not seene my horsmen charge the foe Shot through the armes cut ouerthwart the hands Dieng their lances with their streaming blood And yet at night carrouse within my tent Filling their empty vaines with aiery wine That being concocted turnes to crimson blood And wilt thou shun the field for feare of woundes View me thy father that hath conquered kings And with his hoste martch round about the earth Quite voide of skars and cleare from any wound That by the warres lost not a dram of blood And see him lance his flesh to teach you all He cuts his arme A wound is nothing be it nere so deepe Blood is the God of Wars rich liuery Now look I like a souldier and this wound As great a grace and maiesty to me As if a chaire of gold enamiled Enchac'd with Diamondes Saphyres Rubies And fairest pearle of welthie India Were mounted here vnder a Canapie And I sat downe cloth'd with the massie robe That late adorn'd the Affrike Potentate Whom I brought bound vnto Damascus walles Come boyes and with your fingers search my wound And in my blood wash all your hands at once While I sit smiling to behold the sight Now my boyes what think you of a wound Cal. I know not what I should think of it Me thinks t is a pitifull sight Cel. T is nothing giue me a wound father Amy. And me another my Lord tam. Come sirra giue me your arme Cel. Here father cut it brauely as you did your own tam. It shall suffice thou darst abide a wound My boy Thou shalt not loose a drop of blood Before we meet the armie of the Turke But then run desperate through the thickest throngs Dreadlesse of blowes of bloody wounds and death And let the burning of Larissa wals My speech of war and this my wound you see Teach you my boyes to beare couragious minds Fit for the followers of great tamburlaine Vsumeasane now come let vs martch Towards Techelles and Theridamas That we haue sent before to fire the townes The towers and cities of these hatefull Turks And hunt that Coward faintheart runaway With that accursed traitor Almeda Til fire and sword haue found them at a bay Vsu. I long to pierce his bowels with my sword That hath betraied my gracious Soueraigne That curst and damned Traitor Almeda Tam. Then let vs see if coward Calapine Dare leuie armes against our puissance That we may tread vpon his captiue necke And treble all his fathers slaueries Exeunt Actus 3. Scaena 1 Techelles Theridamas and their traine Therid. THus haue wee martcht Northwarde from Tamburlaine Vnto the frontier point of Soria And this is Balsera their chiefest hold Wherein is all the treasure of the land tech. Then let vs bring our light Artilery Minions Fauknets and Sakars to the trench Filling the ditches with the walles wide breach And enter in to seaze vpon the gold How say ye Souldiers Shal we not Soul Yes my Lord yes come le ts about it ther. But stay a while summon a parle Drum It may be they will yeeld it quietly Knowing two kings the friend to tamburlain Stand at the walles with such a mighty power Summon the battell Captaine with his wife and sonne Cap. What requier you my maisters ther. Captaine that thou yeeld vp thy hold to vs Cap. To you Why do you thinke me weary of it Tech. Nay Captain thou art weary of thy life If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlain ther. These Pioners of Argier in Affrica Euen in the cannons face shall raise a hill Of earth and fagots higher than thy Fort And ouer thy Argins and couered waies Shal play vpon the bulwarks of thy hold Volleies of ordinance til the breach be made That with his ruine fils vp all the trench And when we enter in not heauen it selfe Shall ransome thee thy wife and family Tech. Captaine these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes That bring fresh water to thy men and thee And lie in trench before thy castle walles That no supply of victuall shall come in Nor issue foorth but they shall die And therefore Captaine yeeld it quietly Cap. Were you that are the friends of Tamburlain Brothers to holy Mahomet himselfe I would not yeeld it therefore doo your worst Raise mounts batter intrench and vndermine Cut off the water all conuoies that can Yet I am resolute and so farewell ther. Pioners away and where I stuck the stake Intrench with those dimensions I prescribed Cast vp the earth towards the castle wall Which til it may defend you labour low And few or none shall perish by their shot Pion. We will my Lord Exeunt Tech. A hundred horse shall scout about the plaines To spie what force comes to relieue the holde Both we theridamas wil intrench our men And with the Iacobs staffe measure the height And distance of the castle from the trench That we may know if our artillery Will carie full point blancke vnto their wals ther. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Along the trench into the battery Where we will haue Galions of sixe foot broad To saue our Cannoniers from musket shot Betwixt which shall our ordinance thunder foorth And with the breaches fall smoake fire and dust The cracke the Ecchoe and the souldiers crie Make deafe the aire and dim the Christall Sky tech. Trumpets and drums alarum presently And souldiers play the men the holds is yours Enter the Captaine with his wife and sonne Olym. Come good my Lord
let vs haste frō hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe No hope is left to saue this conquered hold Cap. A deadly bullet gliding through my side Lies heauy on my heart I cannot liue I feele my liuer pierc'd and all my vaines That there begin and nourish euery part Mangled and torne and all my entrals bath'd In blood that straineth from their orifex Farewell sweet wife sweet son farewell I die Olym. Death whether art thou gone that both we liue Come back again sweet death strike vs both One minute end our daies and one sepulcher Containe our bodies death why comm'st thou not Wel this must be the messenger for thee Now vgly death stretch out thy Sable wings And carie both our soules where his remaines Tell me sweet boie art thou content to die These barbarous Scythians full of cruelty And Moores in whom was neuer pitie found Will hew vs peecemeale put vs to the wheele Or els inuent some torture worse than that Therefore die by thy louing mothers hand Who gently now wil lance thy Iuory throat And quickly rid thee both of paine and life Son Mother dispatch me or I le kil my selfe For think ye I can liue and see him dead Giue me your knife good mother or strike home The Scythiens shall not tyrannise on me Sweet mother strike that I may meet my father She stabs him Olym. Ah sacred Mahomet if this be sin Intreat a pardon of the God of heauen And purge my soule before it come to thee Entert Theridamas Techelles and all their traine ther. How now Madam what are you doing Olim. Killing my selfe as I haue done my sonne Whose body with his fathers I haue burnt Least cruell Scythians should dismember him tech. T was brauely done and like a souldiers wife Thou shalt with vs to Tamburlaine the great Who when he heares how resolute thou wert Wil match thee with a viceroy or a king Olym. My Lord deceast was dearer vnto me Than any Viceroy King or Emperour And for his sake here will I end my daies ther. But Lady goe with vs to Tamburlaine And thou shalt see a man greater than Mahomet In whose high lookes is much more maiesty Than from the Concaue superficies Of Ioues vast pallace the imperiall Orbe Vnto the shining bower where Cynthia sits Like louely thetis in a Christall robe That treadeth Fortune vnderneath his feete And makes the mighty God of armes his slaue On whom death and the fatall sisters waite With naked swords and scarlet liueries Before whom mounted on a Lions backe Rhammusia beares a helmet ful of blood And strowes the way with braines of slaughtered men By whose proud side the vgly furies run Harkening when he shall bid them plague the world Ouer whose zenith cloth'd in windy aire And Eagles wings ioin'd to her feathered breast Fame houereth sounding of her golden Trumpe That to the aduerse poles of that straight line Which measureth the glorious frame of heauen The name of mightie Tamburlain is spread And him faire Lady shall thy eies behold Come Olim Take pitie of a Ladies ruthfull teares That humbly craues vpon her knees to stay And cast her bodie in the burning flame That feeds vpon her sonnes and husbands flesh tech. Madam sooner shall fire consume vs both Then scortch a face so beautiful as this In frame of which Nature hath shewed more skill Than when she gaue eternall Chaos forme Drawing from it the shining Lamps of heauen ther. Madam I am so far in loue with you That you must goe with vs no remedy Olim. Then carie me I care not where you will And let the end of this my fatall iourney Be likewise end to my accursed life tech. No Madam but the beginning of your ioy Come willinglie therfore ther. Souldiers now let vs meet the Generall Who by this time is at Natolia Ready to charge the army of the Turke The gold the siluer and the pearle ye got Rifling this Fort deuide in equall shares This Lady shall haue twice so much againe Out of the coffers of our treasurie Exeunt Actus 3. Scaena 5. Callepine Orcanes Ierusalem Trebizon Soria Almeda with their traine Messenger REnowmed Emperour mighty Callepine Gods great lieftenant ouer all the world Here at Alepo with an hoste of men Lies Tamburlaine this king of Persea In number more than are the quyuering leaues Of Idas forrest where your highnesse hounds With open crie pursues the wounded Stag Who meanes to gyrt Natolias walles with siege Fire the towne and ouerrun the land Cal. My royal army is as great as his That from the bounds of Phrigia to the sea Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waues Couers the hils the valleies and the plaines Viceroies and Peeres of Turky play the men Whet all your swords to mangle Tamburlain His sonnes his Captaines and his followers By Mahomet not one of them shal liue The field wherin this battaile shall be fought For euer terme the Perseans sepulchre In memorie of this our victory Orc. Now he that cals himself the scourge of Ioue The Emperour of the world and earthly God Shal end the warlike progresse he intends And traueile hedlong to the lake of hell Where legions of deuils knowing he must die Here in Natolia by your highnesse hands All brandishing their brands of quenchlesse fire Streching their monstrous pawes grin with their teeth And guard the gates to entertaine his soule Cal. Tel me Viceroies the number of your men And what our Army royall is esteem'd Ier. From Palestina and Ierusalem Of Hebrewes three score thousand fighting men Are come since last we shewed your maiesty Orc. So from Arabia desart and the bounds Of that sweet land whose braue Metropolis Reedified the faire Semyramis Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse Since last we numbred to your Maiesty treb. From trebizon in Asia the lesse Naturalized Turks and stout Bythinians Came to my bands full fifty thousand more That fighting knowes not what retreat doth meane Nor ere returne but with the victory Since last we numbred to your maiesty Sor. Of Sorians from Halla is repair'd And neighbor cities of your highnesse land Ten thousand horse and thirty thousand foot Since last we numbred to your maiestie So that the Army royall is esteem'd Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men Callep. Then welcome Tamburlaine vnto thy death Come puissant Viceroies let vs to the field The Perseans Sepulchre and sacrifice Mountaines of breathlesse men to Mahomet Who now with Ioue opens the firmament To see the slaughter of our enemies Actus 2. Scaena 1. Tamburlaine with his three sonnes Vsumeasane with other Tam. HOw now Casane See a knot of kings Sitting as if they were a telling tidles Vsu. My Lord your presence makes them pale and wan Poore soules they looke as if their deaths were neere tamb. Why so he is Casane I am here But yet I le sane their liues and make them slaues Ye petty kings of Turkye I am come
and proffered for my stay I would not bide the furie of my father When made a victor in these hautie arms He comes and findes his sonnes haue had no shares In all the honors he proposde for vs Cal. Take you the honor I will take my ease My wisedome shall excuse my cowardise I goe into the field before I need Alarme and Amy and Celeb. run in The bullets fly at random where they list And should I goe and kill a thousand men I were as soone rewarded with a shot And sooner far than he that neuer fights And should I goe and do nor harme nor good I might haue harme which all the good I haue Ioin'd with my fathers crowne would neuer cure I le to cardes Perdicas Perd. Here my Lord Cal. Come thou and I wil goe to cardes to driue away the time Per. Content my Lord but what shal we play for Cal. Who shal kisse the fairest of the Turkes Concubines first when my father hath conquered them Per. Agreed yfaith They play Cal. They say I am a coward Perdicas and I feare as litle their tara tantaras their swordes or their cannons as I doe a naked Lady in a net of golde and for feare I should be affraid would put it off and come to bed with me Per. Such a feare my Lord would neuer make yee retire Cal. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battaile once to trie my valour Alarme What a coyle they keepe I beleeue there will be some hurt done anon amongst them Enter Tamburlain Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane Amyras Celebinus leading the Turkish kings Tam. See now ye slaues my childrē stoops your pride And leads your glories sheep-like to the sword Bring them my boyes and tel me if the warres Be not a life that may illustrate Gods And tickle not your Spirits with desire Stil to be train'd in armes and chiualry Amy. Shal we let goe these kings again my Lord To gather greater numbers gainst our power That they may say it is not chance doth this But matchlesse strength and magnanimity tamb. No no Amyras tempt not Fortune so Cherish thy valour stil with fresh supplies And glut it not with stale and daunted foes But wher 's this coward villaine not my sonne But traitor to my name and maiesty He goes in and brings him out Image of sloth and and picture of a slaue The obloquie and skorne of my renowne How may my hart thus fired with mine eies Wounded with shame and kill'd with discontent Shrowd any thought may holde my striuing hands From martiall iustice on thy wretched soule ther. Yet pardon him I pray your Maiesty tech. Vsu. Let al of vs intreat your highnesse pardon tam. Stand vp ye base vnworthy souldiers Know ye not yet the argument of Armes Amy. Good my Lord let him be forgiuen for once And we wil force him to the field hereafter tam. Stand vp my boyes and I wil teach ye arms And what the iealousie of warres must doe O Samarcanda where I breathed first And ioy'd the fire of this martiall flesh Blush blush faire citie at thine honors foile And shame of nature with Iaertis streame Embracing thee with deepest of his loue Can neuer wash from thy distained browes Here Ioue receiue his fainting soule againe A Forme not meet to giue that subiect essence Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlain Wherein an incorporeall spirit mooues Made of the mould whereof of thy selfe consists Which makes me valiant proud ambitious Ready to leuie power against thy throne That I might mooue the turning Spheares of heauē For earth and al this aery region Cannot containe the state of Tamburlaine By Mahomet thy mighty friend I sweare In sending to my issue such a soule Created of the massy dregges of earth The scum and tartar of the Elements Wherein was neither corrage strength or wit But follie sloth and damned idlenesse Thou hast procur'd a greater enemie Than he that darted mountaines at thy head Shaking the burthen mighty Atlas beares Whereat thou trembling hid'st thee in the aire Cloth'd with a pitchy cloud for being seene And now ye cankred curres of Asia That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine Although it shine as brightly as the Sun Now you shal feele the strength of Tamburlain And by the state of his supremacie Approoue the difference twixt himself and you Orc. Thou shewest the difference twixt our selues and thee In this thy barbarous damned tyranny Ier. Thy victories are growne so violent That shortly heauen fild with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies haue made Will poure down blood and fire on thy head Whose scalding drops wil pierce thy seething braines And with our bloods reuenge our bloods on thee Tamb. Villaines these terrours and these tyrannies If tyrannies wars iustice ye repute I execute enioin'd me from aboue To scourge the pride of such as heauen abhors Nor am I made Arch-monark of the world Crown'd and inuested by the hand of Ioue For deeds of bounty or nobility But since I exercise a greater name The Scourge of God and terrour of the world I must apply my selfe to fit those tearmes In war in blood in death in crueltie And plague such Pesants as resisting me The power of heauens eternall maiesty Theridamas techelles and Casane Ransacke the tents and the pauilions Of these proud Turks and take their Concubines Making them burie this effeminate brat For not a common Souldier shall defile His manly fingers with so faint a boy Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent And I le dispose them as it likes me best Meane while take him in Soul We will my Lord Ier O damned monster nay a Feend of Hell Whose cruelties are not so harsh as thine Nor yet imposd with such a bitter hate Orc. Reuenge it Radamanth and Eacus And let your hates extended in his paines Expell the hate wherewith he paines our soules treb. May neuer day giue vertue to his eies Whose sight composde of furie and of fire Doth send such sterne affections to his heart Sor. May neuer spirit vaine or Artier feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart But wanting moisture and remorsefull blood Drie vp with anger and consume with heat tam. Wel bark ye dogs I le bridle al your tongues And bind them close with bits of burnisht steele Downe to the channels of your hatefull throats And with the paines my rigour shall inflict I le make ye roare that earth may eccho foorth The far resounding torments ye sustaine As when an heard of lusty Cymbrian Buls Run mourning round about the Femals misse And stung with furie of their following Fill all the aire with troublous bellowing I will with Engines neuer exercisde Conquer sacke and vtterly consume Your cities and your golden pallaces And with the flames that beat against the clowdes Incense the heauens and make the starres to melt As if they were the teares of Mahomet For hot