Tech Puissant, renowmed and mighty Tamburlain, Why stay we thus prolonging all their liues? 1195 Ther. I long to see those crownes won by our swords Vsum. What Coward wold not fight for such a prize? I speake it, and my words are oracles. Bai. Zabina, mother of three brauer boies, Than Hercules, that in his infancie Did pash the lawes of Serpents venomous: Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike Lancė, Than all the brats ysprong from Typhons loins: Whose eies are brighter than the Lamps of heauen, 1200 1205 1210 1215 That with thy lookes canst cleare the darkened Sky: 1220 Sit downe by her adorned with my Crowne, As if thou wert the Empresse of the world. Me martch victoriously with all my men, Til then take thou my crowne, vaunt of my worth, And manage words with her as we will armes. 1225 1230 Returne with victorie, and free from wound. Bai. Now shalt thou feel the force of Turkish arms, 1195 all 1590, 1605, Wag.: of 1592, Rob. to Bul!. 1590, 1605, Wag.: rule 1592, Rob. to Bull. 1235 1197 raigne Let thousands die, their slaughtered Carkasses If they should yeeld their necks vnto the sword, 1240 That leaue no ground for thee to martch vpon. 1245 Tam. Our conquering swords shall marshal vs the way We vse to march vpon the slaughtered foe: Trampling their bowels with our horses hooffes : 1250 ན Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war, As these my followers willingly would haue: Legions of Spirits fleeting in the aire, Direct our Bullets and our weapons pointes 1255 And make our strokes to wound the sencelesse aire, And when she sees our bloody Collours spread, Then Victorie begins to take her flight, Resting her selfe vpon my milk-white Tent: 1260 Exit, with his followers. Bai. Come Kings and Bassoes, let vs glut our swords That thirst to drinke the feble Perseans blood. Exit, with his followers. Zab. Base Concubine, must thou be plac'd by me That am the Empresse of the mighty Turke ? Zen. Disdainful Turkesse and vnreuerend Bosse, Call'st thou me Concubine that am betroath'd Vnto the great and mighty Tamburlaine? 1265 Zab. To Tamburlaine the great Tartarian thiefe ? Zen. Thou wilt repent these lauish words of thine, 1270 When thy great Bassoe maister and thy selfe 1242 thee] them-Dyce Bull. 2 1249 the omit conj. Dyce: th' Cunn., 1256 our] your Dyce etc. air conj. Dyce: lure 1590, 1605: lute 1592: light Rob. etc.: wind conj. Cunn.: winds conj. Wag. 1266 Bosse] Bassa conj. Mitford Must plead for mercie at his kingly feet, And sue to me to be your Aduocates. Zab. And sue to thee? I tell thee shamelesse girle, Thou shalt be Landresse to my waiting maid. How lik'st thou her Ebea, will she serue? Ebea. Madame, she thinks perhaps she is too fine. But I shall turne her into other weedes, And make her daintie fingers fall to woorke. 1275 1281 Zen. Hearst thou Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk, To dresse the common souldiers meat and drink. They sound the battell within, and stay. Zen. Ye Gods and powers that gouerne Persea : 1286 1290 That I may see him issue Conquerour. And make him raine down murthering shot from heauen To dash the Scythians braines, and strike them dead, 1296 That offered iewels to thy sacred shrine, When first he war'd against the Christians. ! To the battell againe. Zen. By this the Turks lie weltring in their blood 1300 Zab. Thou art deceiu'd, I heard the Trumpets sound, As when my Emperour ouerthrew the Greeks: And led them Captiue into Affrica. Straight will I vse thee as thy pride deserues : Prepare thy selfe to liue and die my slaue. 1305 Zen. If Mahomet should come from heauen and sweare, 4 My royall Lord is slaine or conquered, Yet should he not perswade me otherwise, But that he liues and will be Conquerour. 1273 aduocate 1605, Dyce to Bull. 1300 And] as 1605 1302 As] and 1605 1296 him] Baiazeth Wag. Baiazeth flies, and he pursues him. The battell short, and they enter, Baiazeth is ouercome. Tam., Now king of Bassoes, who is Conqueror ? Enter Techelles, Theridamas, Vsumcasane. 1310 Tech. We haue their crownes their bodies strowe the fielde. Tam. Each man a crown? why kingly fought ifaith. Deliuer them into my treasurie. 1315 Zen. Now let me offer to my gracious Lord His royall Crowne againe, so highly won. Tam. Nay take the Turkish Crown from her, Zenocrate) And crowne me Emperour of Affrica. 1319 Zab. No Tamburlain, though now thou gat the best Thou shalt not yet be Lord of Affrica. Ther. Giue her the Crowne Turkesse you wer best. He takes it from her, and giues it Zenocrate. Zab. Iniurious villaines, thieues, runnagates, How dare you thus abuse my Maiesty? Ther. Here Madam, you are Empresse, she is none. 1325 Zab. Though he be prisoner, he may be ransomed. 1330 So great a foile by any forraine foe. Now will the Christian miscreants be glad, Ringing with ioy their superstitious belles : 1335 Shall make me bonfires with their filthy bones, 1340 1311 foil conj. Dyce', Dyce etc.: 1309 S.D. short] is short 1605 soile 1590-1605 1344 farthest 1605 Shall Tamburlain extend his puisant arme. And houer in the straightes for Christians wracke, Vntill the Persean Fleete and men of war, Sailing along the Oriental sea, Haue fetcht about the Indian continent : 1345 1350 Euen from Persepolis to Mexico, And thence vnto the straightes of Iubalter: Where they shall meete, and ioine their force in one, 1355 Keeping in aw the Bay of Portingale, And all the Ocean by the British shore : And by this meanes Ile win the world at last. Bai. Yet set a ransome on me Tamburlaine. Tam. What, thinkst thou Tamburlain esteems thy gold? Ile make the kings of India ere I die, 1361 Offer their mines (to sew for peace) to me, And dig for treasure to appease my wrath: Come bind them both and one lead in the Turke. The Turkesse let my Loues maid lead away. 1365 They bind them. Bai. Ah villaines, dare ye touch my sacred armes. O Mahomet, Oh sleepie Mahomet. Zab. O cursed Mahomet that makest vs thus The slaues to Scythians rude and barbarous. Tam. Come bring them in, & for this happy conquest Triumph, and solemnize a martiall feast. Exeunt. Finis Actus tertii. Actus 4. Scana 1. Souldan of Egipt with three or four Lords, Capolin 1371 Souldan. Awake ye men of Memphis, heare the clange Of Scythian trumpets, heare the Basiliskes, That roaring, shake Damascus turrets downe. The rogue of Volga holds Zenocrate, The Souldans daughter for his Concubine, And with a troope of theeues and vagabondes, 1375 1366 ye] you 1592, Dvce, Wag. 1371 martiall] materiall 1605 S.D. a Mes 1357 British] brightest 1592 1368 makes 1605 senger add. Dyce etc. III. iii. 1345-1371-IV. i. 1372-1377 |