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
my loue Must Tamburlaine by their resistlesse powers With vertue of a gentle victorie Conclude a league of honor to my hope Then as the powers deuine haue preordainde With happy safty of my fathers life Send like defence of faire Arabia They sound to the battaile And Tamburlaine enioyes the victory after Arabia enters wounded Ar. What cursed power guides the murthering hands Of this infamous Tyrants souldiers That no escape may saue their enemies Nor fortune keep them selues from victory Lye down Arabia wounded to the death And let Zenocrates faire eies beholde That as for her thou bearst these wretched armes Euen so for her thou diest in these armes Leauing thy blood for witnesse of thy loue zen. Too deare a witnesse for such loue my Lord Behold Zenocrate the cursed obiect Whose Fortunes neuer mastered her griefs Behold her wounded in conceit for thee As much as thy faire body is for me Ar. Then shal I die with full contented heart Hauing beheld deuine Zenocrate Whose sight with ioy would take away my life As now it bringeth sweetnesse to my wound If I had not bin wounded as I am Ah that the deadly panges I suffer now Would lend an howers license to my tongue To make discourse of some sweet accidents Haue chanc'd thy merits in this worthles bondage And that I might be priuy to the state Of thy deseru'd contentment and thy loue But making now a vertue of thy sight To driue all sorrow from my fainting soule Since Death denies me further cause of ioy Depriu'd of care my heart with comfort dies Since thy desired hand shall close mine eies Enter Tamburlain leading the Souldane Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasane with others Tam. Come happy Father of Zenocrate A title higher than thy Souldans name Though my right hand haue thus enthralled thee Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free She that hath calmde the furie of my sword Which had ere this bin bathde in streames of blood As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile Zen: O sight thrice welcome to my ioiful soule To see the king my Father issue safe From dangerous battel of my conquering Loue Soul Wel met my only deare Zenocrate Though with the losse of Egypt and my Crown tam. T was I my lord that gat the victory And therfore grieue not at your ouerthrow Since I shall render all into your hands And ad more strength to your dominions Then euer yet confirm'd th' Egyptian Crown The God of war resignes his roume to me Meaning to make me Generall of the world Ioue viewing me in armes lookes pale and wan Fearing my power should pull him from his throne Where ere I come the fatall sisters sweat And griesly death by running to and fro To doo their ceassles homag to my sword And here in Affrick where it seldom raines Since I arriu'd with my triumphat hoste Haue swelling cloudes drawen from wide gasping woundes Bene oft resolu'd in bloody purple showers A meteor that might terrify the earth And make it quake at euery drop it drinks Millions of soules sit on the bankes of Styx Waiting the back returne of Charons boat Hell and Elisian swarme with ghosts of men That I haue sent from sundry foughten fields To spread my fame through hell and vp to heauen And see my Lord a sight of strange import Emperours and kings lie breathlesse at my feet The Turk and his great Emperesse as it seems Left to themselues while we were at the fight Haue desperatly dispatcht their slauish liues With them Arabia too hath left his life Al sights of power to grace my victory And such are obiects fit for Tamburlaine Wherein as in a mirrour may be seene His honor that consists in sheading blood When men presume to manage armes with him Soul Mighty hath God Mahomet made thy hand Renowmed tamburlain to whom all kings Of force must yeeld their crownes and Emperies And I am pleasde with this my ouerthrow If as beseemes a person of thy state Thou hast with honor vsde Zenocrate tamb. Her state and person wants no pomp you see And for all blot of foule inchastity I record heauen her heauenly selfe is cleare Then let me find no further time to grace Her princely Temples with the Persean crowne But here these kings that on my fortunes wait And haue bene crown'd for prooued worthynesse Euen by this hand that shall establish them Shal now adioining al their hands with mine Inuest her here my Queene of Persea What saith the noble Souldane and Zenocrate Soul I yeeld with thanks and protestations Of endlesse honor to thee for her loue Tamb. Then doubt I not but faire Zenocrate Will soone consent to satisfy vs both Zen. Els should I much forget my self my Lord Ther. Then let vs set the crowne vpon her head That long hath lingred for so high a seat Tech. My hand is ready to performe the deed For now her mariage time shall worke vs rest Vsum. And her 's the crown my Lord help set it on Tam. Then sit thou downe diuine Zenocrate And here we crowne thee Queene of Persea And all the kingdomes and dominions That late the power of Tamburlaine subdewed As Iuno when the Giants were supprest That darted mount aimes at her brother Ioue So lookes my Loue shadowing in her browes Triumphes and Trophees for my victories Or as Latonas daughter bent to armes Adding more courage to my conquering mind To gratify the sweet zenocrate Egyptians Moores and men of Asia From Barbary vnto the Westeme Indie Shall pay a yearly tribute to thy Syre And from the boundes of Affrick to the banks Of Ganges shall his mighty arme extend And now my Lords and louing followers That purchac'd kingdomes by your martiall deeds Cast off your armor put on scarlet roabes Mount vp your royall places of estate Enuironed with troopes of noble men And there make lawes to rule your prouinces Hang vp your weapons on Alcides poste For Tamburlaine takes truce with al the world Thy first betrothed Loue Arabia Shall we with honor as beseemes entombe With this great Turke and his faire Emperesse Then after all these solemne Exequies We wil our celebrated rites of mariage solemnize Finis Actus quinti vltimi huius primae partis Tamburlaine the great THE SECOND PART OF The bloody Conquests of mighty Tamburlaine With his impassionate fury for the death of his Lady and loue faire Zenocrate his fourme of exhortation and discipline to his three sons and the maner of his own death The Prologue THe generall welcomes Tamburlain receiud When he arriued last vpon our stage Hath made our Poet pen his second part Wher death cuts off the progres of his pomp And murdrous Fates throwes al his triumphs down But what became of faire Zenocrate And with how manie cities sacrifice He celebrated her said funerall Himselfe in presence shal vnfold at large Actus 1. Scaena 1. Orcanes king of Natolia Gazellus vice-roy of Byron Vpibassa and their traine
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
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
those whose Chrisis is as yours Your Artiers which alongst the vaines conuey The liuely spirits which the heart ingenders Are partcht and void of spirit that the soule Wanting those Organnons by which it mooues Can not indure by argument of art Yet if your maiesty may escape this day No doubt but you shal soone recouer all tam. Then will I comfort all my vital parts And liue in spight of death aboue a day Alarme within Mess. My Lord yong Callapine that lately fled from your maiesty hath nowe gathered a fresh Armie and hearing your absence in the field offers to set vpon vs presently Tam. See my Phisitions now how Ioue hath sent A present medicince to recure my paine My looks shall make them flie and might I follow There should not one of all the villaines power Liue to giue offer of another fight Vsum. I ioy my Lord your highnesse is so strong That can endure so well your royall presence Which onely will dismay the enemy Tam. I know it wil Casane draw you slaues In spight of death I will goe show my face Alarme Tam. goes in and comes out againe with al the rest Thus are the villaines cowards fled for feare Like Summers vapours vanisht by the Sun And could I but a while pursue the field That Callapine should be my slaue againe But I perceiue my martial strength is spent In vaine I striue and raile against those powers That meane t' inuest me in a higher throne As much too high for this disdainfull earth Giue me a Map then let me see how much Is left for me to conquer all the world That these my boies may finish all my wantes One brings a Map Here I began to martch towards Persea Along Armenia and the Caspian sea And thence vnto Bythinia where I tooke The Turke and his great Empresse priseners Then martcht I into Egypt and Arabia And here not far from Alexandria Whereas the Terren and the red sea meet Being distant lesse than stil a hundred leagues I meant to cut a channell to them both That men might quickly saile to India From thence to Nubia neere Borno Lake And so along the Ethiopian sea Cutting the Tropicke line of Capricorne I conquered all as far as Zansibar Then by the Northerne part of Affrica I came at last to Graecia and from thence To Asia where I stay against my will Which is from Scythia where I first began Backeward and forwards nere fiue thousand leagues Looke here my boies see what a world of ground Lies westward from the midst of Cancers line Vnto the rising of this earthly globe Whereas the Sun declining from our sight Begins the day with our Antypodes And shall I die and this vnconquered Loe here my sonnes are all the golden Mines Inestimable drugs and precious stones More worth than Asia and the world beside And from th' Antartique Pole Eastward behold As much more land which neuer was descried Wherein are rockes of Pearle that shine as bright As all the Lamps that beautifie the Sky And shal I die and this vnconquered Here louely boies what death forbids my life That let your liues commaund in spight of death Amy. Alas my Lord how should our bleeding harts Wounded and broken with your Highnesse griefe Retaine a thought of ioy or sparke of life Your soul giues essence to our wretched subiects Whose matter is incorporoat in your flesh Cel. Your paines do pierce our soules no hope suruiues For by your life we entertaine our liues tam. But sons this subiect not of force enough To hold the fiery spirit it containes must part imparting his impressions By equall portions into both your breasts My flesh deuided in your precious shapes Shal still retaine my spirit though I die And liue in all your seedes immortally Then now remooue me that I may resigne My place and proper tytle to my sonne First take my Scourge and my imperiall Crowne And mount my royall chariot of estate That I may see thee crown'd before I die Help me my Lords to make my last remooue ther. A woful change my Lord that daunts our thoughts More than the ruine of our proper soules tam. Sit vp my sonne let me see how well Thou wilt become thy fathers maiestie They crowne him Ami With what a flinty bosome should I ioy The breath of life and burthen of my soule If not resolu'd into resolued paines My bodies mortified lineaments should exercise the motions of my heart Pierc'd with the ioy of any dignity O father if the vnrelenting eares Of death and hell be shut against my praiers And that the spightfull influence of heauen Denie my soule fruition of her ioy How should I step or stir my hatefull feete Against the inward powers of my heart Leading a life that onely striues to die And plead in vaine vnpleasing soueranity tam. Let not thy loue exceed thyne honor sonne Nor bar thy mind that magnanimitie That nobly must admit necessity Sit vp my boy and with those silken raines Bridle the steeled stomackes of those Iades ther. My Lord you must obey his maiesty Since Fate commands and proud necessity Amy. Heauens witnes me with what a broken hart And damned spirit I ascend this seat And send my soule before my father die His anguish and his burning agony tam. Now fetch the hearse of faire Zenocrate Let it be plac'd by this my fatall chaire And serue as parcell of my funerall Cas. Then feeles your maiesty no soueraigne ease Nor may our hearts all drown'd in teares of blood Ioy any hope of your recouery tamb. Casane no the Monarke of the earth And eielesse Monster that torments my soule Cannot behold the teares ye shed for me And therefore stil augments his cruelty tech. Then let some God oppose his holy power Against the wrath and tyranny of death That his teare-thyrsty and vnquenched hate May be vpon himselfe reuerberate They bring in the hearse tam Now eies inioy your latest benefite And when my soule hath vertue of your sight Pierce through the coffin and the sheet of gold And glut your longings with a heauen of ioy So raigne my sonne scourge and controlle those slaues Guiding thy chariot with thy Fathers hand As precious is the charge thou vndertak'st As that which Clymens brainsicke sonne did guide When wandring Phoebes Iuory cheeks were scortcht And all the earth like AEtna breathing fire Be warn'd by him then learne with awfull eie To sway a throane as dangerous as his For if thy body thriue not full of thoughtes As pure and fiery as Phyteus beames The nature of these proud rebelling Iades Wil take occasion by the slenderest haire And draw thee peecemeale like Hyppolitus Through rocks more steepe and sharp than Caspian cliftes The nature of thy chariot wil not beare A guide of baser temper than my selfe More then heauens coach the pride of Phaeton Farewell my boies my dearest friends farewel My body feeles my soule dooth weepe to see Your sweet desires depriu'd my company For Tamburlaine the Scourge of God must die Amy. Meet heauen earth here let al things end For earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit And heauen consum'd his choisest liuing fire Let earth and heauen his timelesse death deplore For both their woorths wil equall him no more FINIS