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,

Ile teach you how to make the water mount,

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3275

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.

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When this is done, then are ye souldiers,

And worthy sonnes 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, 3285 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.

3268 great] greatst 1606 3272 their] the Dyce etc. by the 1606 3281 ye] you 1606

3290

3295

3300

3280 by]

3286 a] the 1592, Rob., Bull.

3289 shot] foot conj. Dyce mingled.. horse] and horse, mangled

with shot conj. Mitford: of mingled
3301 his] this 1606 marcht 1606 etc.
to Bull.

foot and horse conj. Cunn. 3303 dram] drop 1592, Rob.

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,

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Enchac'd with Diamondes, Saphyres, Rubies
And fairest pearle of welthie India

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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.

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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

tis a pitifull sight.

Cel. Tis nothing: giue me a wound father.

Amy. And me another my Lord.

Tam. Come sirra, giue me your arme.

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Cel. Here father, cut it brauely as you did your own. 3325
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.
Vsumcasane 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,
3313 the] a 1592, 1606, Rob. to Bull.
to Bull.

3340 accursed] cursed 1592

3330

3335

3340

3345

3319 you] ye 1592, Dyce

3342 his] the 1592

Exeunt.

That we may tread vpon his captiue necke,
And treble all his fathers slaueries.

Actus 3. Scana 3.

Techelles, Theridamas and their traine.

Therid. Thus haue wee martcht Northwarde from Tam

burlaine,

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 lets about it.
Ther. But stay a while, summon a parle, Drum,
It may be they will yeeld it quietly,

Knowing two kings, the friends 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?

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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.

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And when we enter in, not heauen it selfe
Shall ransome thee, thy wife and family.

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Tech. Captaine, these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes,

3349 Northwarde] southward conj. Cunn. 3350 point] port 1606, Rob., Cunn. 3356 gold 1590-1606, Rob., Cunn., Bull.: hold Dvce, Wag. 3357 we] we or Bull. 3360 quietly] quickely 1606 3361 friend 1590, 1592

to 1606

3365 do you] do thou 1592

3369 inl

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 (any) 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.

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(Exeunt.)

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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.

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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

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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 Gabions 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 hold is yours.

3381 any add. Rob.

3405

3410

(Exeunt.)

3382 quietly] quickely 1606 3383 you the] all you that are 1606 3384 to] of 1592, Rob., Dyce, Bull. 3387 that can] that come Rob.: you can Cunn. 3388 I am] am I 1606 S.D. add. Rob. 3403 into] vnto 1606 3404 gabions conj. Broughton, conj. Coll., Cunn., Bull.: Galions 1590-1606 3411 hold] holds, 1590, 1592

S.D. add. Rob.

(Scene 4.)

Enter the Captaine with Olympia) his wife
and sonne.

Olym. Come good my Lord, & let vs haste from hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe,

No hope is left to saue this conquered hold.

Cap. A deadly bullet gliding through my side,

Lies heauy on my heart, I cannot liue.

I feele my liuer pierc'd and all my vaines,
That there begin and nourish euery part,
Mangled and torne, and all my entrals bath'd
In blood that straineth from their orifex.

Farewell sweet wife, sweet son farewell, I die.

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Olym. Death, whether art thou gone that both we liue ?

Come back again (sweet death) & strike vs both:

One minute end our daies, and one sepulcher

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Containe our bodies: death, why comm'st thou not? 3425
Wel, this must be the messenger for thee.
Now vgly death stretch out thy Sable wings,
And carie both our soules, where his remaines.
Tell me sweet boie, art thou content to die?
These barbarous Scythians full of cruelty,
And Moores, in whom was neuer pitie found,
Will hew vs peecemeale, put vs to the wheele,
Or els inuent some torture worse than that,
Therefore die by thy louing mothers hand,
Who gently now wil lance thy Iuory throat,
And quickly rid thee both of paine and life.

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Son. Mother dispatch me, or Ile kil my selfe,

For think ye I can liue, and see him dead?

Giue me your knife, (good mother) or strike home:
The Scythians shall not tyrannise on me.

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Sweet mother strike, that I may meet my father.

She stabs him.

Olym. Ah sacred Mahomet, if this be sin,

Intreat a pardon of the God of heauen,
And purge my soule before it come to thee.

Scene 4] Scene 3 continued 1590-1606, Rob. S.D. Enter the] Enter

1606

orifex] orifice Rob.

Olympia add. Dyce

3420 straineth] staineth 1592