of armes His lofty browes in foldes do figure death And in their smoothnesse amitie and life About them hangs a knot of Amber heire Wrapped in curles as fierce Achilles was On which the breath of heauen delights to play Making it daunce with wanton maiestie His armes and singers long and snowy Betokening valour and excesse of strength In euery part proportioned like the man Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine Cos Wel hast thou pourtraid in thy tearms of life The face and personage of a woondrous man Nature doth striue with Fortune and his stars To make him famous in accomplisht woorth And well his merits show him to be made His Fortunes maister and the king of men That could perswade at such a sodaine pinch With reasons of his valour and his life A thousand sworne and ouermatching foes Then when our powers in points of swords are ioin'd And closde in compasse of the killing bullet Though straight the passage and the port be made That leads to Pallace of my brothers life Proud is his fortune if we pierce it not And when the princely Persean Diadem Shall ouerway his wearie witlesse head And fall like mellowed fruit with shakes of death In faire Persea noble tamburlaine Shall be my Regent and remaine as King Ort. In happy hower we haue set the Crowne Vpon your kingly head that seeks our honor In ioyning with the man ordain'd by heauen To further euery action to the best Cen. He that with Shepheards and a litle spoile Durst in disdaine of wrong and tyrannie Defend his freedome gainst a Monarchie What will he doe supported by a king Leading a troope of Gentlemen and Lords And stuft with trasure for his highest thoughts Cos. And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine Our army will be forty thousand strong When Tamburlain and braue Theridamas Haue met vs by the riuer Araris And all conioin'd to meet the witlesse King That now is marching neer to Parthia And with vnwilling souldiers faintly arm'd To seeke reuenge on me and Tamburlaine To whom sweet Menaphon direct me straight Mena. I will my Lord Exeunt Act. 2. Scaena 2 Mycetes Meander with other Lords and Souldiers Mycetes COme my Meander let vs to this geere I tel you true my heart is swolne with wrath On this same theeuish villaine tamburlaine And of that false Cosroe my traiterous brother Would it not grieue a King to be so abusde And haue a thousand horsmen tane away And which is worst to haue his Diadem Sought for by such scalde knaues as loue him net I thinke it would wel then by heauens I sweare Aurora shall not peepe out of her doores But I will haue Cosroe by the head And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword Tell you the rest Meander I haue said Mean Then hauing past Armenian desarts now And pitch our tents vnder the Georgean hilles Whose tops are couered with Tartarian thieues That lie in ambush waiting for a pray What should we doe but bid them battaile straight And rid the world of those detested troopes Least if we let them lynger here a while They gather strength by power of fresh supplies This countrie swarmes with vile outragious men That liue by rapine and by lawlesse spoile Fit Souldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine And he that could with giftes and promises Inueigle him that lead a thousand horse And make him false his faith vnto his King Will quickly win such as are like himselfe Therefore cheere vp your mindes prepare to fight He that can take or slaughter tamburlaine Shall rule the Prouince of Albania Who brings that Traitors head theridamas Shal haue a gouernment in Medea Beside the spoile of him and all his traine But if Cosroe as our Spials say And as we know remaines with tamburlaine His Highnesse pleasure is that he should liue And be reclaim'd with princely lenitie A Spy An hundred horsmen of my company Scowting abroad vpon these champion plaines Haue view'd the army of the Scythians Which make reports it far exceeds the Kings Mean Suppose they be in number infinit Yet being void of Martiall discipline All running headlong after greedy spoiles And more regarding gaine than victory Like to the cruell brothers of the earth Sprong of the teeth of Dragons venomous Their carelesse swords shal lanch their fellowes threats And make vs triumph in their ouerthrow Myc. Was there such brethren sweet Meander say That sprong of teeth of Dragons venomous Meand. So Poets say my Lord Myce. And t is a prety toy to be a Poet Wel wel Meander thou art deeply read And hauing thee I haue a iewell sure Go en my Lord and giue your charge I say Thy wit will make vs Conquerors to day Mean Then noble souldiors to intrap these theeues That liue confounded in disordered troopes If wealth or riches may preuaile with them We haue our Cammels laden all with gold Which you that be but common souldiers Shall fling in euery corner of the field And while the base borne Tartars take it vp You fighting more for honor than for gold Shall massacre those greedy minded slaues And when their scattered armie is subdu'd And you march on their slaughtered carkasses Share equally the gold that bought their liues And liue like Gentlemen in Persea Strike vp the Drum and martch corragiously Fortune her selfe dooth sit vpon our Crests Myc. He tels you true my maisters so he does Drumis why sound ye not whē Meand. speakis Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 3. Cosroe Tamburlaine Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane Ortygius with others Cosroe NOw worthy Tamburlaine haue I reposde In thy approoued Fortunes all my hope What thinkst thou man shal come of our attemptes For euen as from assured oracle I take thy doome for satisfaction Tamb. And so mistake you not a whit my Lord For Fates and Oracles heauen haue sworne To roialise the deedes of tamburlaine And make them blest that share in his attemptes And doubt you not but if you fauour me And let my Fortunes and my valour sway To some direction in your martiall deeds The world will striue with hostes of men at armes To swarme vnto the Ensigne I support The host of Xerxes which by fame is said To drinke the mightie Parthian Araris Was but a handful to that we will haue Our quiuering Lances shaking in the aire And bullets like Ioues dreadfull Thunderbolts Enrolde in flames and fiery smoldering mistes Shall threat the Gods more than Cyclopian warres And with our Sun-bright armour as we march Wee l chase the Stars from heauen and dim their eies That stand and muse at our admyred armes therid. You see my Lord what woorking woordes he hath But when you see his actions stop his speech Your speech will stay or so extol his worth As I shall be commended and excusde For turning my poore charge to his direction And these his two renowmed friends my Lord Would make one thrust and striue to be retain'd In such a great degree of amitie tech. With dutie not with amitie we yeeld Our
are wrought with beaten golde Their swords enameld and about their neckes Hangs massie chaines of golde downe to the waste In euery part exceeding braue and rich Tam. Then shall we fight couragiously with them Or looke you I should play the Orator Tech. No cowards and fainthearted runawaies Looke for orations when the foe is neere Our swordes shall play the Orators for vs Vsum. Come let vs meet them at the mountain foot And with a sodaine and an hot alarme Driue all their horses headlong down the hill Tech. Come let vs martch Tam. Stay Techelles aske a parlee first The Souldiers enter Open the Males yet guard the treasure sure Lay out our golden wedges to the view That their reflexions may amaze the Perseans And looke we friendly on them when they come But if they offer word or violence Wee le fight fiue hundred men at armes to one Before we part with our possession And gainst the Generall we will lift our swords And either lanch his greedy thirsting throat Or take him prisoner and his chaine shall serue For Manackles till he be ransom'd home Tech, I heare them come shal we encounter them Tam. Keep all your standings and not stir a foote My selfe will bide the danger of the brunt Enter Theridamas with others Ther. Where is this Scythian Tamberlaine Tam. Whō seekst thou Persean I am Taburlain Ther. Tamburlaine A Scythian Shepheard so imbellished With Natures pride and richest furniture His looks do menace heauen and dare the Gods His fierie eies are fixt vpon the earth As if he now deuis'd some Stratageme Or meant to pierce Auernas darksome vaults To pull the triple headed dog from hell tamb. Noble and milde this Persean seemes to be If outward habit iudge the inward man tech. His deep affections make him passionate tamb. With what a maiesty he rears his looks In thee thou valiant man of Persea I see the folly of thy Emperour Art thou but Captaine of a thousand horse That vy Characters grauen in thy browes And by thy martiall face and stout aspect Deseru'st to haue the leading of an hoste Forsake thy king and do but ioine with me And we will triumph ouer all the world I hold the Fates bound fast in yron chaines And with my hand turne Fortunes wheel about And sooner shall the Sun fall from his Spheare Than Tamburlaine be slaine or ouercome Draw foorth thy sword thou mighty man at Armes Intending but to rase my charmed skin And Ioue himselfe will stretch his hand from heauen To ward the blow and shield me safe from harme See how he raines down heaps of gold in showers As if he meant to giue my Souldiers pay And as a sure and grounded argument That I shall be the Monark of the East He sends this Sculdans daughter rich and braue To be my Queen and portly Emperesse If thou wilt stay with me renowmed man And lead thy thousand horse with my conduct Besides thy share of this Egyptian prise Those thousand horse shall sweat with martiall spoile Of conquered kingdomes and of Cities sackt Both we wil walke vpon the lofty clifts And Christian Merchants that with Russian stems Plow vp huge furrowes in the Caspian sea Shall vaile to vs as Lords of all the Lake Both we will raigne as Consuls of the earth And mightie kings shall be our Senators Ioue sometime masked in a Shepheards weed And by those steps that he hath scal'd the heauens May we become immortall like the Gods Ioine with me now in this my meane estate I cal it meane because being yet obscure The Nations far remoou'd admyre me not And when my name and honor shall be spread As far as Boreas claps his brazen wings Or faire Botëes sends his cheerefull light Then shalt thou be Competitor with me And sit with Tambulaine in all his maiestie Ther. Not Hermes Prolocutor to the Gods Could vse perswasions more patheticall Tam. Nor are Apollos Oracles more true Then thou shalt find my vaunts substantiall Tec. We are his friends and if the Persean king Should offer present Duke domes to our state We thinke it losse to make exchange for that We are assured of by our friends successe Vsum. And kingdomes at the least we all expect Befides the honor in assured conquestes Where kings shall crouch vnto our conquering swords And hostes of souldiers stand amaz'd at vs When with their fearfull tongues they shall cenfesse Theise are the men that all the world admires Ther. What stronge enchantments tice my yeelding soule Are these resolued noble Scythians But shall I prooue a Traitor to my King Tam. No but the trustie friend of Tamburlaine Ther. Won with thy words conquered with thy looks I yeeld my selfe my men horse to thee To be partaker of thy good or ill As long as life maintaines Theridamas Tam. Theridamas my friend take here my hand Which is as much as if I swore by heauen And calld' the Gods to witnesse of my vow Thus shall my heart be still combinde with thine Vntill our bodies turne to Elements And both our soules aspire celestiall thrones Techelles and Casane welcome him Tech. Welcome renowmed Persean to vs all Cas. Long may theridamas remaine with vs Tam. These are my friends in whō I more reioice Than dooth the King of Persea in his Crowne And by the loue of Pyllades and Orestes Whose statutes we adore in Scythia Thy selfe and them shall neuer part from me Before I crowne you kings in Asia Make much of them gentle Theridamas And they will neuer leaue thee till the death ther. Nor thee nor them thrice noble Tamburlain Shal want my heart to be with gladnes pierc'd To do you honor and securitie Tam. A thousand thankes worthy theridamas And now faire Madam and my noble Lords If you will willingly remaine with me You shall haue herors as your merits be Or els you shall be forc'd with slauerie Agid. We yeeld vnto thee happie Tamburlaine tamb. For you then Maddam I am out of doubt Zeno. I must be pleasde perforce wretched Zenocrate Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 1. Cosroe Menaphon Ortygius Ceneus with other Souldiers Cosroe THus farre are we towards Theridamas And valiant Tamburlaine the man of fame The man that in the forhead of his fortune Beares figures of renowne and myracle But tell me that hast seene him Menaphon What stature wields he and what personage Mena. Of stature tall and straightly fashioned Like his desire lift vpwards and diuine Sa large of lims his ioints so strongly knit Such breadth of shoulders as might mainely beare Olde Atlas burthen twixt his manly pitch A pearle more worth then all the world is plaste Wherein by curious soueraintie of Art Are fixt his piercing instruments of sight Whose fiery cyrcles beare encompassed A heauen of heauenly bodies in their Spheares That guides his steps and actions to the throne Where honor sits inuested royally Pale of complexion wrought in him with passion Thirsting with souerainty with loue
vtmost seruice to the faire Cosroe Cos. Which I esteeme as portion of my crown Vsumeasane and techelles both When she that rules in Rhamnis golden gates And makes a passage for all prosperous Armes Shall make me solely Emperour of Asia Then shall your meeds and vallours be aduaunst To roomes of honour and Nobilitie Tam. Then haste Cosroe to be king alone That I with these my friends and all my men May triumph in our long expected Fate The King your Brother is now hard at hand Meete with the foole and rid your royall shoulders Of such a burthen as outwaies the sands And all the craggie rockes of Caspea Mess. My Lord we haue discouered the enemie Ready to chardge you with a mighty armie Cos. Come tamburlain now whet thy winged sword And lift thy lofty arme into the cloudes That it may reach the King of Perseas crowne And set it safe on my victorious head tam. See where it is the keenest Cutle-axe That ere made passage thorow Persean Armes These are the wings shall make it flie as swift As dooth the lightening or the breath of heauen And kill as sure as it swiftly flies Cos. Thy words assure me of kind successe Go valiant Souldier go before and charge The fainting army of that foolish King tamb. Vsumeasane and techelles come We are enough to scarre the enemy And more than needes to make an Emperour To the Battaile and Mycetes comes out alone with his Crowne in his hand offering to hide it Myc. Accurst be he that first inuented war They knew not ah they knew not simple men How those were hit by pelting Cannon shot Stand staggering like a quiuering Aspen leafe Fearing the force of Boreas boistrous blasts In what a lamentable case were I If Nature had not giuen me wisedomes lore For Kings are clouts that euery man shoots at Our Crowne the pin that thousands seeke to cleaue Therefore in pollicie I thinke it good To hide it close a goodly Stratagem And far from any man that is a foole So shall not I be knowen or if I bee They cannot take away my crowne from me Here will I hide it in this simple hole Enter Tamburlain tam. What fearful coward stragling from the camp When Kings themselues are present in the field Myc. Thou liest tam. Base villaine darst thou giue the lie Myc. Away I am the King go touch me not Thou breakst the law of Armes vnlesse thou kneele And cry me mercie noble King Tam Are you the witty King of Persea Myce. I marie am I haue you any suite to me Tam. I would intreat you to speak but three wise wordes Myce. So I can when I see my time Tam. Is this your Crowne Myce. I Didst thou euer see a fairer Tamb. You will not sell it wil ye Myce. Such another word and I will haue thee executed Come giue it me Tamb. No I tooke it prisoner Myce. You lie I gaue it you tam. Then t is mine Myce. No I meane I let you keep it tamb. Wel I meane you shall haue it againe Here take it for a while I lend it thee Till I may see thee hem'd with armed men Then shalt thou see me pull it from thy head Thou art no match for mightie Tamburlaine Myce. O Gods is this tamburlaine the thiefe I marueile much he stole it not away Sound trumpets to the battell and he runs in Cosroe Tamburlaine Theridamas Menaphon Meander Ortygius Techelles Vsumeasane with others Tamb. Holde thee Cosroe weare two imperiall Crownes Thinks thee Inuested now as royally Euen by the mighty hand of tamburlaine As if as many kinges as could encompasse thee With greatest pompe had crown'd thee Emperour Cosr. So do I thrice renowined man at armes And none shall keepe the crowne but tamburlaine Thee doo I make my Regent of Persea And Generall Lieftenant of my Armies Meander you that were our brothers Guide And chiefest Counsailor in all his acts Since he is yeelded to the stroke of War On your submission we with thanks excuse And giue you equall place in our affaires Mean Most happy Emperour in humblest tearms I vow my seruice to your Maiestie With vtmost vertue of my faith and dutie Cosr. Thanks good Meander then Cosroe raign And gouerne Persea in her former pomp Now send Ambassage to thy neighbor Kings And let them know the Persean King is chang'd From one that knew not what a King should do To one that can commaund what longs thereto And now we will to faire Persepolis With twenty thousand expert souldiers The Lords and Captaines of my brothers campe With litle slaughter take Meanders course And gladly yeeld them to my gracious rule Ortigius and menaphon my trustie friendes Now will I gratify your former good And grace your calling with a greater sway Ort. And as we euer and at your behoofe And sought your state all honor it deseru'd So will we with our powers and our liues Indeuor to preserue and prosper it Cos. I will not thank thee sweet Ortigius Better replies shall prooue my purposes And now Lord tamburlaine my brothers Campe I leaue to thee and to theridamas To follow me to faire Persepolis Then will we march to all those Indian Mines My witlesse brother to the Christians lost And ransome them with fame and vsurie And till thou ouertake me tamburlaine Staying to order all the scattered troopes Farewell Lord Regent and his happie friends I long to sit vpon my brothers throne Mena. Your Maiestie shall shortly haue your wish And ride in triumph through Persepolis Exeunt Manent Tamb. Tech. Ther. Vsum. tamb. And ride in triumph through Persepolis Is it not braue to be a King techelles Vsumeasane and theridamas Is it not passing braue to be a King And ride in triumph through Persepolis tech. O my Lord t is sweet and full of pompe Vsum. To be a King is halfe to be a God ther. A God is not so glorious as a King I thinke the pleasure they enioy in heauen Can not compare with kingly ioyes in earth To weare a Crowne enchac'd with pearle and golde Whose vertues carie with it life and death To aske and haue command and be obeied When looks breed loue with lookes to gaine the prize Such power attractiue shines in princes eies tam. Why say theridamas wilt thou be a king the. Nay though I praise it I can liue without it tam. What saies my other friends wil you be kings tec. I if I could with all my heart my Lord tam. Why that 's wel said techelles so would I And so would you my maisters would you not Vsum. What then my Lord tam. Why then Casanes shall we wish for ought The world affoords in greatest noueltie And rest attmplesse faint and destitute Me thinks we should not I am strongly moou'd That if I should desire the Persean Crowne I could attaine it with a woondrous ease And would not all our souldiers soone consent If
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
gainst proud Tamburlaine Freend Sigismond and peeres of Hungary Come banquet and carouse with vs a while And then depart we to our territories Exeunt Actus 1. Scaena 3. Callapine with Almeda his keeper Callap. SWeet Almeda pity the ruthfull plight Of Callapine the sonne of Baiazeth Born to be Monarch of the Western world Yet here detain'd by cruell Tamburlaine Alm. My Lord I pitie it and with my heart With your release but he whose wrath is death My soueraigue Lord renowmed tamburlain Forbids you further liberty than this Cal. Ah were I now but halfe so eloquent To paint in woords what I le perfourme in deeds I know thou wouldst depart from hence with me Al. Not for all Affrike therefore mooue me not Cal. Yet heare me speake my gentle Almeda Al. No speach to that end by your fauour sir Cal. By Cario runs Al. No talke of running I tell you sir Cal. A litle further gentle Almeda Al. Wel sir what of this Cal. By Cario runs to Alexandria Bay Darotes streames wherin at anchor lies A Turkish Gally of my royall fleet Waiting my comming to the riuer side Hoping by some means I shall be releast Which when I come aboord will hoist vp saile And soon put foorth into the Terrene sea Where twixt the Isles of Cyprus and of Creete We quickly may in Turkish seas arriue Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more Vpon their knees all bid me welcome home Amongst so many crownes of burnisht gold Choose which thou wilt all are at thy command A thousand Gallies mann'd with Christian slaues I freely giue thee which shall cut the straights And bring Armados from the coasts of Spaine Fraughted with golde of rich America The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee Skilful in musicke and in amorous laies As faire as was Pigmalions Iuory gyrle Or louely Io metamorphosed With naked Negros shall thy coach be drawen And as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets The pauement vnderneath thy chariot wheels With Turky Carpets shall be couered And cloath of Arras hung about the walles Fit obiects for thy princely eie to pierce A hundred Bassoes cloath'd in crimson silk Shall ride before the on Barbarian Steeds And when thou goest a golden Canapie Enchac'd with pretious stones which shine as bright As that faire vail that couers all the world When Phoebus leaning from his Hemi-Spheare Discendeth downward to th' Antipodes And more than this for all I cannot tell Alm. How far hence lies the Galley say you Cal. Sweet Almeda scarse halfe a league from hence Alm. But need we not be spied going aboord Cal. Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill And crooked bending of a craggy rock The sailes wrapt vp the mast and tacklings downe She lies so close that none can find her out Alm. I like that well but tel me my Lord if I should let you goe would you bee as good as your word Shall I be made a king for my labour Cal. As I am Callapine the Emperour And by the hand of Mahomet I sweare Thou shalt be crown'd a king and be my mate Alm. Then here I sweare as I am Almeda Your Keeper vnder Tamburlaine the great For that 's the style and tytle I haue yet Although he sent a thousand armed men To intercept this haughty enterprize Yet would I venture to conduct your Grace And die before I brought you backe again Cal. Thanks gentle Almeda then let vs haste Least time be past and lingring let vs both Al. When you will my Lord I am ready Cal. Euen straight and farewell cursed Tamburlaine Now goe I to reuenge my fathers death Exeunt Actus 1. Scaena 4. Tamburlaine with zenocrate and his three sonnes Calyphas Amyras and Celebinus with drummes and trumpets Tamb. NOw bright zenocrate the worlds faire eie Whose beames illuminate the lamps of heauē Whose chearful looks do cleare the clowdy aire And cloath it in a christall liuerie Now rest thee here on faire Larissa Plaines Where Egypt and the Turkish Empire parts Betweene thy sons that shall be Emperours And euery one Commander of a world zen. Sweet tamburlain when wilt thou leaue these armes And saue thy sacred person free from scathe And dangerous chances of the wrathfull war Tam. When heauen shal cease to mooue on both the poles when the ground wheron my souldiers march Shal rise aloft and touch the horned Moon And not before my sweet zenocrate Sit vp and rest thee like a louely Queene So now she sits in pompe and maiestie When these my sonnes more precious in mine eies Than all the wealthy kingdomes I subdewed Plac'd by her side looke on their mothers face But yet me thinks their looks are amorous Not martiall as the sons of Tamburlaine Water and ayre being simbolisde in one Argue their want of courage and of wit Their haire as white as milke and soft as Downe Which should be like the quilles of Porcupines As blacke as Ieat and hard as Iron or steel Bewraies they are too dainty for the wars Their fingers made to quauer on a Lute Their armes to hang about a Ladies necke Their legs to dance and caper in the aire Would make me thinke them Bastards not my sons But that I know they issued from thy wombe That neuer look'd on man but Tamburlaine zen My gratious Lord they haue their mothers looks But whē they list their cōquering fathers hart This louely boy the yongest of the three Not long agoe bestrid a Scythian Steed Trotting the ring and tilting at a gloue Which when he tainted with his slender rod He raign'd him straight and made him so curuet As I cried out for feare he should haue falne Tam. Wel done my boy thou shalt haue shield and lance Armour of proofe horse helme Cuttle-axe And I will teach thee how to charge thy foe And harmelesse run among the deadly pikes If thou wilt loue the warres and follow me Thou shalt be made a King and raigne with me Keeping in yron cages Emperours If thou exceed thy elder Brothers worth And shine in compleat vertue more than they Thou shalt be king before them and thy seed Shall issue crowned from their mothers wombe Cel. Yes father you shal see me if I liue Haue vnder me as many kings as you And martch with such a multitude of men As all the world shall tremble at their view tam. These words assure me boy thou art my sonne When I am old and cannot mannage armes Be thou the scourge and terrour of the world Amy. Why may not I my Lord as wel as he Be tearm'd the scourge and terrour of the world tam. Be al a scourge and terror to the world Or els you are not sons of Tamburlaine Cal. But while my brothers follow armes my lord Let me accompany my gratious mother They are enough to conquer all the world And you haue won enough for me to keep tam. Bastardly boy sprong frō some cowards lions And not the issue
is often proou'd a myracle Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured Not dooing Mahomet an iniurie Whose power had share in this our victory And since this miscreant hath disgrac'd his faith And died a traitor both to heauen and earth We wil both watch and ward shall keepe his trunke Amidst these plaines for Foules to pray vpon Go Vribassa giue it straight in charge Vri. I will my Lord Exit Vrib. Orc. And now Gazellus let vs haste and meete Our Army and our brother of Ierusalem Of Soria Trebizon and Amasia And happily with full Natolian bowles Of Greekish wine now let vs celebrate Our happy conquest and his angry fate Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena vltima The Arras is drawen and Zenocrate lies in her bed of state Tamburlaine sitting by her three Phisitians about her bed tempering potions Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane and the three sonnes Tamburlaine BLacke is the beauty of the brightest day The golden balle of heauens eternal fire That danc'd with glorie on the siluer waues Now wants the fewell that enflamde his beames And all with faintnesse and for foule disgrace He bindes his temples with a frowning cloude Ready to darken earth with endlesse night Zenocrate that gaue him light and life Whose eies shot fire from their Iuory bowers And tempered euery soule with liuely heat Now by the malice of the angry Skies Whose iealousie admits no second Mate Drawes in the comfort of her latest breath All dasled with the hellish mists of death Now walk the angels on the walles of heauen As Centinels to warne th' immortall soules To entertaine deuine Zenocrate Apollo Cynthia and the ceaslesse lamps That gently look'd vpon this loathsome earth Shine downwards now no more but deck the heauens To entertaine diuine Zenocrate The christall springs whose taste illuminates Refined eies with an eternall sight Like tried siluer runs through Paradice To entertaine diuine zenocrate The Cherubins and holy Seraphins That sing and play before the king of kings We all their voices and their instruments To entertaine diuine Zenocrate And in this sweet and currious harmony The God that tunes this musicke to our soules Holds out his hand in highest maiesty To entertaine diuine Zenocrate Then let some holy trance conuay my thoughts Vp to the pallace of th' imperiall heauen That this my life may be as short to me As are the daies of sweet Zenocrate Phisitions wil no phisicke do her good Phis. My Lord your Maiesty shall soone perceiue And if she passe this fit the worst is past tam. Tell me how fares my faire Zenocrate zen. I fare my Lord as other Emperesses That when this fraile and transitory flesh Hath suckt the measure of that vitall aire That feeds the body with his dated health Wanes with enforst and necessary change tam. May neuer such a change transfourme my loue In whose sweet being I repose my life Whose heauenly presence beautified with health Giues light to Phoebus and the fixed stars Whose absence make the sun and Moone as darke As when opposde in one Diamiter Their Spheares are mounted on the serpents head Or els discended to his winding traine Liue still my Loue and so conserue my life Or dieng be the anchor of my death zen. Liue still my Lord O let my soueraigne liue And sooner let the fiery Element Dissolue and make your kingdome in the Sky Than this base earth should shroud your maiesty For should I but suspect your death by mine The comfort of my future happinesse And hope to meet your highnesse in the heauens Turn'd to dispaire would break my wretched breast And furie would confound my present rest But let me die my Loue yet let me die With loue and patience let your true loue die Your griefe and furie hurtes my second life Yet let me kisse my Lord before I die And let me die with kissing of my Lord But since my life is lengthened yet a while Let me take leaue of these my louing sonnes And of my Lords whose true nobilitie Haue merited my latest memorie Sweet sons farewell in death resemble me And in your liues your fathers excellency Some musicke and my fit wil cease my Lord They call musicke tam. Proud furie and intollorable fit That dares torment the body of my Loue And scourge the Scourge of the immortall God Now are those Spheares where Cupid vsde to sit Wounding the world with woonder and with loue Sadly supplied with pale and ghastly death Whose darts do pierce the Center of my soule Her sacred beauty hath enchaunted heauen And had she liu'd before the siege of Troy Hellen whose beauty sommond Greece to armes And drew a thousand ships to Tenedos Had not bene nam'd in Homers Iliads Her name had bene in euery line he wrote Or had those wanton Poets for whose byrth Olde Rome was proud but gasde a while on her Nor Lesbia nor Corrinna had bene nam'd zenocrate had bene the argument Of euery Epigram or Eligie The musicke sounds and she dies tam. What is she dead Techelles draw thy sword And wound the earth that it may cleaue in twaine And we discend into th' infernall vaults To haile the fatall Sisters by the haire And throw them in the triple more of Hell For taking hence my faire zenocrate Casane and theridamas to armes Raise Caualieros higher than the cloudes And with the cannon breake the frame of heauen Batter the shining pallace of the Sun And shiuer all the starry firmament For amorous Ioue hath snatcht my loue from hence Meaning to make her stately Queene of heauen What God so euer holds thee in his armes Giuing thee Nectar and Ambrosia Behold me here diuine zenocrate Rauing impatient desperate and mad Breaking my steeled lance with which I burst The rusty beames of Ianus Temple doores Letting out death and tyrannising war To martch with me vnder this bloody flag And if thou pitiest Tamburlain the great Come downe from heauen and liue with me againe ther. Ah good my Lord be patient she is dead And all this raging cannot make her liue If woords might serue our voice hath rent the aire If teares our eies haue watered all the earth If griefe our murthered harts haue straind forth blood Nothing preuailes for she is dead my Lord tam. For she is dead thy words doo pierce my soule Ah sweet theridamas say so no more Though she be dead yet let me think she liues And feed my mind that dies for want of her Where ere her soule be thou shalt stay with me Embalm'd with Cassia Amber Greece and Myrre Not lapt in lead but in a sheet of gold And till I die thou shalt not be interrd Then in as rich a tombe as Mausolus We both will rest and haue one Epitaph Writ in as many seuerall languages As I haue conquered kingdomes with my sword This cursed towne will I consume with fire Because this place bereft me of my Loue The houses burnt wil looke as if they mourn'd And here will I
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
suruay his pride Haling him headlong to the lowest hell ther. Your Maiesty must get some byts for these To bridle their contemptuous cursing tongues That like vnruly neuer broken Iades Breake through the hedges of their hateful mouthes And passe their fixed boundes exceedingly Tech. Nay we wil break the hedges of their mouths And pul their kicking colts out of their pastures Vsu Your Maiesty already hath deuisde A meane as fit as may be to restraine These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy Cel. How like you that sir king why speak you not Ier. Ah cruel Brat sprung from a tyrants loines How like his cursed father he begins To practize tauntes and bitter tyrannies Tam. I Turke I tel thee this same Boy is he That must aduaunst in higher pompe than this Rifle the kingdomes I shall leaue vnsackt If Ioue esteeming me too good for earth Raise me to match the faire Aldeboran Aboue the threefold Astracisme of heauen Before I conquere all the triple world New fetch me out the Turkish Concubines I will prefer them for the funerall They haue bestowed on my abortiue sonne The Cōncubines are brought in Where are my common souldiers now that fought So Lion-like vpon Asphaltis plaines Soul Here my Lord Tam. Hold ye tal souldiers take ye Queens apeece I meane such Queens as were kings Concubines Take them deuide them and their iewels too And let them equally serue all your turnes Soul We thank your maiesty tam. Brawle not I warne yon for your lechery For euery man that so offends shall die Ore Iniurious tyrant wilt thou so defame The hatefull fortunes of thy victory To exercise vpon such guiltlesse Dames The violence of thy common Souldiours lust Tam. Liue content then ye slaues and meet not me With troopes of harlots at your sloothful heeles Lad. O pity vs my Lord and saue our honours tam. Are ye not gone ye villaines with your spoiles They run away with the Ladies Ier. O mercilesse infernall cruelty Tam. Saue your honours t were but time indeed Lost long before you knew what honour meant ther. It seemes they meant to conquer vs my Lord And make vs ieasting Pageants for their Trulles tam. And now themselues shal make our Pageant And common souldiers iest with all their Truls Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoiles Till we prepare our martch to Babylon Whether we next make expedition tech. Let vs not be idle then my Lord But presently be prest to conquer it tam. We wil techelles forward then ye Iades Now crowch ye kings of greatest Asia And tremble when ye heare this Scourge wil come That whips downe cities and controwleth crownes Adding their wealth and treasure to my store The Euxine sea North to Natolia The Terrene west the Caspian north north-east And on the south Senus Arabicus Shal al be loden with the martiall spoiles We will conuay with vs to Persea Then shal my natiue city Samarcanda And christall waues of fresh Iaertis streame The pride and beautie of her princely seat Be famous through the furthest continents For there my Pallace royal shal be plac'd Whose shyning Turrets shal dismay the heauens And cast the fame of Ilions Tower to hell Thorow the streets with troops of conquered kings I le ride in golden armour like the Sun And in my helme a triple plume shal spring Spangled with Diamonds dancing in the aire To note me Emperour of the threefold world Like to an almond tree ymounted high Vpon the lofty and celestiall mount Of euery greene Selinus queintly dect With bloomes more white than Hericinas browes Whose tender blossoms tremble euery one At euery litle breath that thorow heauen is blowen Then in my coach like Saturnes royal son Mounted his shining chariots gilt with fire And drawen with princely Eagles through the path Pau'd with bright Christall and enchac'd with starres When all the Gods stand and gazing at his pomp So will I ride through Samarcanda streets Vntil my soule disseuered from this flesh Shall mount the milk-white way and meet him there To Babylon my Lords to Babylon Exeunt Finis Actus quarti Actus 5. Scaena 1. Enter the Gouernour of Babylon vpon the walles with others Gouer. WHat saith Maximus Max. My Lord the breach the enimie hath made Giues such assurance of our ouerthrow That litle hope is left to saue our liues Or hold out citie from the Conquerours hands Then hang out flagges my Lord of humble truce And satisfie the peoples generall praiers That Tamburlains intollorable wrath May be supprest by our submission Gou. Villaine respects thou more thy slauish life Than honor of thy countrie or thy name Is not my life and state as deere to me The citic and my natiue countries weale As any thing of price with thy conceit Haue we not hope for all our battered walles To liue secure and keep his forces out When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis Makes walles a fresh with euery thing that falles Into the liquid substance of his streame More strong than are the gates of death or hel What faintnesse should dismay our courages When we are thus defenc'd against our Foe And haue no terrour but his threatning lookes Enter another kneeling to the Gouernour My Lord if euer you did deed of tuth And now will work a refuge to our liues Offer submission hang vp flags of truce That Tamburlaine may pitie our distresse And vse vs like a louing Conquerour Though this be held his last daies dreadfull siege Wherein he spareth neither man nor child Yet are there Christians of Georgia here Whose state he euer pitied and relieu'd Wil get his pardon if your grace would send Gouer. How is my soule enuironed And this eternisde citie Babylon Fill'd with a packe of faintheart Fugitiues That thus intreat their shame and seruitude Another My Lord if euer you wil win our hearts Yeeld vp the towne saue our wiues and children For I wil cast my selfe from off these walles Or die some death of quickest violence Before I bide the wrath of Tamburlaine Gouer. Villaines cowards Traitors to our state Fall to the earth and pierce the pit of Hel That legions of tormenting spirits may ver Your slauish bosomes with continuall paines I care not nor the towne will neuer yeeld As long as any life is in my breast Enter Theridamas and Techelles with other souldiers Thou desperate Gouernour of Babylon To saue thy life and vs a litle labour Yeeld speedily the citie to our hands Or els be sure thou shalt be forc'd with paines More exquisite than euer Traitor felt Gou. Tyrant I turne the traitor in thy throat And wil defend it in despight of thee Call vp the souldiers to defend these wals tech. Yeeld foolish Gouernour we offer more Than euer yet we did to such proud slaues As durst resist vs till our third daies siege Thou seest vs prest to giue the last assault And that shal bide no more regard of parlie Gou. Assault and spare not we
wil neuer yeeld Alarme and they scale the walles Enter Tamburlain with Vsumeasane Amyras and Celebinus with others the two spare kings Tam. The stately buildings of faire Babylon Whose lofty Pillers higher than the cloudes Were woont to guide the seaman in the deepe Being caried thither by the cannons force Now fil the mouth of Limnasphaltes lake And make a bridge vnto the battered walles Where Belus Ninus and great Alexander Haue rode in triumph triumphs Tamburlaine Whose chariot wheeles haue burst th' Assirians bones Drawen with these kings on heaps of carkasses Now in the place where faire Semiramis Courted by kings and peeres of Asia Hath trode the Meisures do my souldiers martch And in the streets where braue Assirian Dames Haue rid in pompe like rich Saturnia With furious words and frowning visages My horsmen brandish their vnruly blades Enter Theridamas and Techelles bringing the Gouernor of Babylon Who haue ye there my Lordes Ther. The sturdy Gouernour of Babylon That made vs all the labour for the towne And vsde such slender reckning of you maiesty tam. Go bind the villaine he shall hang in chaines Vpon the ruines of this conquered towne Sirha the view of our vermillion tents Which threatned more than if the region Next vnderneath the Element of fire Were full of Commets and of blazing stars Whose flaming traines should reach down to the earth Could not affright you no nor I my selfe The wrathfull messenger of mighty Ioue That with his sword hath quail'd all earthly kings Could not perswadé you to submission But stil the ports were shut villaine I say Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell The triple headed Cerberus would howle And wake blacke Ioue to crouch and kneele to me But I haue sent volleies of shot to you Yet could not enter till the breach was made Gou. Nor if my body could haue stopt the breach Shouldst thou haue entred cruel tamburlaine T is not thy bloody tents can make me yeeld Nor yet thy selfe thè anger of the highest For though thy cannon shooke the citie walles My heart did neuer quake or corrage faint tam. Wel now I le make it quake go draw him vp Hang him vp in chaines vpon the citie walles And let my souldiers shoot the slaue to death Gouern. Vile monster borne of some infernal hag And sent from hell to tyrannise on earth Do all thy wurst nor death nor Tamburlaine Torture or paine can daunt my dreadlesse minde tam. Vp with him then his body shal be scard Gou But Tamburlain in Lymnasphaltis lake There lies more gold than Babylon is worth Which when the citie was besieg'd I hid Saue but my life and I wil giue it thee tam. Then for all your valour you would saue your life Where about lies it Gou. Vnder a hollow bank right opposite Against the Westerne gate of Babylon tam Go thither some of you and take his gold The rest forward with execution Away with him hence let him speake no more I think I make your courage something quaile When this is done we 'll martch from Babylon And make our greatest haste to Persea These Iades are broken winded and halfe tyr'd Vnharnesse them and let me haue fresh horse So now their best is done to honour me Take them and hang them both vp presently Tre. Vild Tyrant barbarous bloody Tamburlain Tamb. Take them away Theridamas see them dispatcht Ther I will my Lord tam. Come Asian Viceroies to your taskes a while And take such fortune as your fellowes felt Orc. First let thy Scythyan horse teare both our limmes Rather then we should draw thy chariot And like base slaues abiect our princely mindes To vile and ignominious seruitude Ier. Rather lend me thy weapon Tamburlain That I may sheath it in this breast of mine A thousand deathes could not torment our hearts More than the thought of this dooth vexe our soules Amy. They will talk still my Lord if you doe not bridle them tam. Bridle them and let me to my coach They bridle them Amy. See now my Lord how braue the Captaine hangs tam. T is braue indeed my boy wel done Shoot first my Lord and then the rest shall follow ther. Then haue at him to begin withall Theridamas shootes Gou Yet saue my life and let this wound appease The mortall furie of great Tamburlain tam. No though Asphaltis lake were liquid gold And offer'd me as ransome for thy life Yet shouldst thou die shoot at him all at once They shoote So now he hangs like Bagdets Gouernour Hauing as many bullets in his flesh As there be breaches in her battered wall Goe now and bind the Burghers hand and foot And cast them headlong in the cities lake Tartars and Perseans shall inhabit there And to command the citie I will build A Cytadell that all Affrica Which hath bene subiect to the Persean king Shall pay me tribute for in Babylon tech. What shal be done with their wiues and children my Lord tam, Techelles Drowne them all man woman and child Leaue not a Babylonian in the towne tech I will about it straight come Souldiers Exit tam. Now Casane wher 's the Turkish Alcaron And all the heapes of supersticious bookes Found in the Temples of that Mahomet Whom I haue thought a God they shal be burnt Cas. Here they are my Lord tam. Wel said let there be a fire presently In vaine I see men worship Mahomet My sword hath sent millions of Turks to hell Slew all his Priests his kinsmen and his friends And yet I liue vntoucht by Mahomet There is a God full of reuenging wrath From whom the thunder and the lightning breaks Whose Scourge I am and him will I obey So Casane fling them in the fire Now Mahomet if thou haue any power Come downe thy selfe and worke a myracle Thou art not woorthy to be worshipped That suffers flames of fire to burne the writ Wherein the sum of thy religion rests Why send'st thou not a furious whyrlwind downe To blow thy Alcaron vp to thy throne Where men report thou sitt'st by God himselfe Or vengeance on the head of Tamburlain That shakes his sword against thy maiesty And spurns the Abstracts of thy foolish lawes Wel souldiers Mahomet remaines in hell He cannot heare the voice of Tamburlain Seeke out another Godhead to adore The God that sits in heauen if any God For he is God alone and none but he tech. I haue fulfil'd your highnes wil my Lord Thousands of men drown'd in Asphaltis Lake Haue made the water swell aboue the bankes And fishes feed by humaine carkasses Amasde swim vp and downe vpon the waues As when they swallow Assafitida Which makes them fleet aloft and gaspe for aire tam. Wel then my friendly Lordes what now remaines But that we leaue sufficient garrison And presently depart to Persea To triumph after all our victories ther. I good my Lord let vs in hast to Persea And let this Captaine be remoou'd the walles To some