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Her name had been in every line he wrote ;
[The Music sounds—Zenocrate dics.
Ther. Ah, good my loril, be patient! she is deail, And all this raging cannot make her live. If words might serve, our voice hath rent the air ; If tears, our eyes have water'd all the earth;
If grief, our murder'd hearts have strain'd forth blood. Nothing prevails, for she is dead, my lord.
Tamb. For she is dead! thy words do pierce my soul : Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more ! Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay Embalm d with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh, Not lapt in lead, but in a sheet of gold, And, till I die, thou shalt not be interr'd. Then in as rich a tomb as Mausolus' We both will rest, and hare one epitaph Writ in as many several languages As I have conquer'd kingdoms with This curséid town will I consume with fire, Because this place bereft me of my love ; The houses, burnt, will look as if they mourn'd ; And here will I set up her stature, And march about it with my mourning camp, Drooping and pining for Zenocrate.
TAMBURLAINE'S LESSON TO HIS SONS.
Act III., SCENE 2. Tamb. But now, my boys, leave off, and list to me, That mean to teach you rudiments of war. I'll have you learn to sleep upon the ground, March in your armour thorough watery fens, Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold, Hunger and thirst, right ailjuncts of the war ; And, after this, to scale a castle-wall, Besiege a fort, to undermine a town,
And make whole cities caper in the air :
Caly. My lord, but this is dangerous to be done ; We may be slain or wounded ere we learn.
Tamb. Villain, art thou the son 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 peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, Whose shatter'd limbs, being tossed as high as heaven, Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes, And canst thou, coward, stand in fear of death ? Hast thou not seen my horsemen charge the foe, Shot through the arms, cut overthwart the hands, Dyeing their lances with their streaming blood, And yet at right carouse within my tent, Filling their empty veins with airy wine, That, being concocted, turns to crimson blood, And wilt thou shun the field for fear of wounds ? View me, thy father, that hath conquer'd kings, And, with his host, march'd round about the earth, Quite void of scars and clear from any wound, That by the wars lost not a drop of blood, And see him lance his flesh to teach you all.
[He cuts his arm. A wound is nothing, be it ne'er so deep ; Blood is the god of war's rich livery. Now look I like a soldier, and this wound As great a grace and majesty to me, As if a chair of gold enanielled, Enchas'd with diamonds, sapphires, rubies, And fairest pearl of wealthy ludia, Were mounted here under a canopy, And I sat down, cloth'd with a massy robe That late adorn'd the Afric potentate, Whom I brought bound unto Damascus' walls. Come, boys, 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.
thinks 'tis a pitiful sight.
Tamb. It shall suffice thou dar’st abide a wound ; My boy, thou shalt not lose a drop of blood Before we meet the army of the Turk ; But then run desperate through the thickest throngs, Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and death ; And let the burning of Larissa-walls, My speech of war, and this my wound you see, Teach you, my boys, to bear courageous minds, Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine.
HE SETS OUT FOR BABYLON.
Act IV., SCENE 4.
Forward, then, ye jades ! Now crouch, ye kings of greatest Asia, And trenible, when ye hear this scourge will come That whips down cities and controlleth crowns, 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, Sinus Arabicus ; Shall all be loaden with the martial spoils We will convey with us to Persia. Then shall my native city Samarcanda,