That I may sheath it in this breast of mine,

4255

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.

(The Governor of Babylon appears hanging in chains on the walls. Re-enter Theridamas.)

Amy. See now my Lord how braue the Captaine hangs. Tam. Tis braue indeed my boy, wel done,

4261

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.

4265

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.

As there be breaches in her battered wall.

They shoote.

So now he hangs like Bagdets Gouernour,
Hauing as many bullets in his flesh,

Goe now and bind the Burghers hand and foot,

4270

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.

4275

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.

4280

Tam. Techelles, drowne them all, man, woman, and

child,

Leaue not a Babylonian in the towne.

Tech. I will about it straight, come Souldiers.
Tam. Now Casane, wher's the Turkish Alcaron,

Exit.

And all the heapes of supersticious bookes,
Found in the Temples of that Mahomet,

4285

Whom I haue thought a God? they shal be burnt.

citadel Bull.

4259+S.D. The.. Theridamas add. Dyce. Affrica] Arabia conj. Broughton

4276 Cytadell] lofty

Cas. Here they are my Lord.
Tam. Wel said, let there be a fire presently.

(They light a fire.)

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.

4290

4295

(They burn the books.) 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.

4300

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,

4305

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.

(Re-enter Techelles.)

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 fed by humaine carkasses,

4310

4315

Amasde, swim vp and downe vpon the waues,

As when they swallow Assafitida,

Which makes them fleet aloft and gaspe for aire.

4320

Tam. Wel then my friendly Lordes, what now remaines

But that we leaue sufficient garrison

4289 S.D. add. Dyce 4292 Slew] Slain Rob., Cunn., Bull. will I] I will 1606 4297 S.D. add. Dyce 4303 sends 1606 sits 1606 4306 head] blood 1606 4313 S.D. add. Dyce fed Rob. etc. feed 1590-1606 4318 vpon om. 1606 gape 1592, Rob. to Bull.

4296

4305

4317

4320 gaspe]

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 high hill about the citie here.
Tam. Let it be so, about it souldiers :

But stay, I feele my selfe distempered sudainly.
Tech. What is it dares distemper Tamburlain?
Tam. Something Techelles, but I know not what,
But foorth ye vassals, what so ere it be,
Sicknes or death can neuer conquer me.

Actus 5. Scana 2.

4325

4330

Exeunt.

Enter Callapine, Amasia, with drums and trumpets.

Callap. King of Amasia, now our mighty hoste,
Marcheth in Asia maior, where the streames,

Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly runs,
And here may we behold great Babylon,
Circled about with Limnasphaltis Lake,
Where Tamburlaine with all his armie lies,

4335

Which being faint and weary with the siege,

4340

Wee may lie ready to encounter him,

Before his hoste be full from Babylon,

And so reuenge our latest grieuous losse,

If God or Mahomet send any aide.

4346

4350

Ama. Doubt not my lord, but we shal conquer him.
The Monster that hath drunke a sea of blood,
And yet gapes stil for more to quench his thirst,
Our Turkish swords shal headlong send to hell,
And that vile Carkasse drawne by warlike kings,
The Foules shall eate, for neuer sepulchre
Shall grace that base-borne Tyrant Tamburlaine.
Cal. When I record my Parents slauish life,
Their cruel death, mine owne captiuity,
My Viceroies bondage vnder Tamburlaine,
Me thinks I could sustaine a thousand deaths,
To be reueng'd of all his Villanie.

Ah sacred Mahomet, thou that hast seene
Millions of Turkes perish by Tamburlaine,

Kingdomes made waste, braue cities sackt & burnt,

4325 in om. 1606 4332 so ere] soeuer 1606

may 1606, Rob., Cunn.

4355

4337 may we] we 4351 that] this 1592, Dyce to Bull.

And but one hoste is left to honor thee:

4360

Aid thy obedient seruant Callapine,

And make him after all these ouerthrowes,

To triumph ouer cursed Tamburlaine.

Ama. Feare not my Lord, I see great Mahomet

Clothed in purple clowdes, and on his head

4365

A Chaplet brighter than Apollos crowne,
Marching about the ayer with armed men,
To ioine with you against this Tamburlaine.
Renowmed Generall, mighty Callapine,
Though God himselfe and holy Mahomet,
Should come in person to resist your power,
Yet might your mighty hoste incounter all,
And pull proud Tamburlaine vpon his knees,
To sue for mercie at your highnesse feete.

4370

Cal. Captaine, the force of Tamburlaine is great, 4375 His fortune greater, and the victories

Wherewith he hath so sore dismaide the world,
Are greatest to discourage all our drifts,
Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full,

She waines againe, and so shall his I hope,

4380

For we haue here the chiefe selected men

Of twenty seuerall kingdomes at the least:

Nor plowman, Priest, nor Merchant staies at home,

All Turkie is in armes with Callapine,

And neuer wil we sunder camps and armes,

4385

Before himselfe or his be conquered.
This is the time that must eternize me,
For conquering the Tyrant of the world.
Come Souldiers, let vs lie in wait for him
And if we find him absent from his campe,
Or that it be reioin'd again at full,
Assaile it and be sure of victorie.

Actus 5. Scæna 3.

Theridamas, Techelles, Vsumcasane.

4390

Exeunt.

(Theridamas.) Weepe heauens, and vanish into liquid

teares,

Fal starres that gouerne his natiuity,

And sommon al the shining lamps of heauen

To cast their bootlesse fires to the earth,

4393 Prefix om. 1590-1606

4395

And shed their feble influence in the aire.
Muffle your beauties with eternall clowdes,
For hell and darknesse pitch their pitchy tentes,
And Death with armies of Cymerian spirits
Giues battile gainst the heart of Tamburlaine.
Now in defiance of that woonted loue,
Your sacred vertues pour'd vpon his throne,
And made his state an honor to the heauens,
These cowards inuisiblie assaile hys soule,
And threaten conquest on our Soueraigne :
But if he die, your glories are disgrac'd,

Earth droopes and saies, that hell in heauen is plac'd.
Tech. O then ye Powers that sway eternal seates,
And guide this massy substance of the earthe,
If you retaine desert of holinesse,

As your supreame estates instruct our thoughtes,
Be not inconstant, carelesse of your fame,
Beare not the burthen of your enemies ioyes,
Triumphing in his fall whom you aduaunst,
But as his birth, life, health and maiesty
Were strangely blest and gouerned by heauen,
So honour heauen til heauen dissolued be,
His byrth, his life, his health and maiesty.

4400

4405

4410

4415

Cas. Blush heauen to loose the honor of thy name,

To see thy foot-stoole set vpon thy head,

4421

And let no basenesse in thy haughty breast,
Sustaine a shame of such inexcellence :

To see the deuils mount in Angels throanes,

And Angels diue into the pooles of hell.

4425

And though they think their painfull date is out,
And that their power is puissant as Ioues,

Which makes them manage armes against thy state,

Yet make them feele the strength of Tamburlain,
Thy instrument and note of Maiesty,

4430

Is greater far, than they can thus subdue,

For if he die, thy glorie is disgrac'd,

Earth droopes and saies that hel in heauen is plac'd.

(Enter Tamburlaine, drawn by the captive kings; Amyras, Celebinus, Physicians.)

Tam. What daring God torments my body thus,

4405 inuisible] inuincible 1592: invisible Rob., Cunn., Bull. 4415 whom you] you most Rob.

add. Wag.

4423 inexcellencie 1592

4433 S.D.