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The strength and sinews of the Imperial seat.
Orc. I thank thee, Sigismund; but, when I war,
All Asia minor, Africa, and Greece,
Folow my standard and my thund'ring drums.
Come, let us go and banquet in our tents ;
I will dispatch chief of my army hence
To fair Natolia and to Trebizond,
To stay my coming 'gainst proud Tamburlaine.
Freud Sigismund, and peers of Hungary,
Come, banquet and carouse with us a while,
And then depart we to our territories.
CALLAPIS E with ALMEDA, his Keeper, discovered.
CALL. Sweet Almeda, pity the ruthful plight
Of Callapine, the son of Bajazet,
Born to be monarch of the western world,
let bere detain'd by cruel Tamburlaine.
Alx. My lord, I pity it, and with all my heart
Wish release; but he whose wrath is death,
My sovereiga lord, renowned Tamburlaine,
Farbads you farther liberty than this.
Call. Ab, were I now but half so eloquent
To paint in words what I'll perform in deeds,
I know thou would'st depart from hence with me.
Alm. Xot for all Afric: therefore move me not.
Call. Yet hear me speak, my gentle Almeda.
Aly. No speech to that end, by your favour, sir.
CALL. By Cairo runs-
Alx. No talk of running, I tell you, sir.
CALL. A little farther, gentle Almeda.
Alm. Well, sir, what of this?
Call. By Cairo runs to Alexandria bay
Darote's streams, wherein at anchor lies
A Turkish gallery of my royal fleet,
Waiting my coming to the river's side,
Hoping by some means I shall be releas'd,
Which, when I come aboard, will hoist up sail,
And soon put forth into the Tyrrhene sea,
Whence,* 'twixt the isles of Cyprus and of Crete,
We quickly may in Turkish seas arrive.
Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more
Upon their knees, all bid me welcome home.
Amongst so many crowns of burnish'd gold,
Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command ;
A thousand gallies, mann'd with Christian slaves,
I freely give thee, which shall cut the straits,
And bring armados from the coasts of Spain
Fraughted with gold of rich America;
The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee,
Skilful in musick and in am'rous lays,
As fair as was Pygmalion's ivory girl
Or lovely lo metamorphosed.
With naked negroes shall thy coach be drawn,
And as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets
The pavement underneath thy chariot wheels
With Turkey carpets shall be covered,
And cloth of Arras hung about the walls,
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Fit objects for thy princely eye to pierce.
A bandred bashas, cloth'd in crimson silk,
Shall ride before thee on Barbarian steeds;
And when thou goest, a golden canopy
Erchas'd with precious stones, which shine as bright
As that fair veil that covers all the world,
When Phæbus, leaping from the hemisphere,
Descendeth downward to th' Antipodes,
And more than this, for all I cannot tell.
Alu, How far hence lies the galley, say you ?
Call. Sweet Almeda, scarce half a league from
Alm. But need we not be spied going aboard ?
Call. Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill,
And crooked landing of a craggy rock,
The sails wrapt up, the mast and tackling down,
She lies so close that none can find her out.
Alx. I like that well : but tell me, my lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word? Shall I be made a king for my labour ?
CALL. As I am Callapine, the emperor,
And by the hand of Mahomet I swear
Thou shalt be crown'd a king, and be my mate.
Alx. Then here I swear, as I am Almeda
Your keeper under Tamburlaine the Great,
(For that's the style and title I have 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 back again.
Call. Thanks, gentle Almeda; then let us haste, Lest time be past, and ling’ring let us both.
Alm. When you will, my lord; I am ready.
CALL. Ev'n straight; and farewell, cursed Tam-
go I to revenge my father's death.
SCENE III. Enter TAMBURLAINE, with ZenocRATE and his
three Sons, CALYPHAS, A MYRAS, and CELEBINUS, with Drums and Trumpets.
Tamb. Now, bright Zenocrate, the world's fair eye, Whose beams illuminate the lamps of heaven, Whose cheerful looks do clear the cloudy air, And clothe it in a chrystal livery; Now rest thee here on fair Larissa's plains, Where Egypt and the Turkish empire parts, Between thy sons, that shall be emperors, And every one commander of a world. Zeno. Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave
these arms, And save thy sacred person free from scathe, And dang'rous chances of the wrathful war? Tamb. When heav'n shall cease to move on both
the poles, And when the ground, whereon my soldiers march, Shall rise aloft and touch the horned moon, And not before, my sweet Zenocrate. Sit up,
and rest thee like a lovely queen; So, now she sits in pomp and majesty,
When these, my sons, more precious in mine eyes,
Than all the wealthy kingdoms I subdu'd,
Plac'd by her side, look on their mother's face:
But yet methinks their looks are amorous,
Not martial as the sons of Tamburlaine:
Water and air, being symboliz'd in one,
Argue their want of courage and of wit;
Their hair as white as milk and soft as down,
(Which should be like the quills of porcupines
As black as jet and hard as iron or steel)
Bewrays they are too dainty for the wars;
Their fingers made to quaver on a lute,
Their arms to hang about a lady's neck,
Would make me think them bastards not my sons,
But that I know they issu'd from thy womb
That never look'd on man but Tamburlaine.
ZENo. My gracious lord, they have their mother's
But, when they list, their conq'ring father's heart.
This lovely boy, the youngest of the three,
Not long ago bestrid a Scythian steed
Trotting the ring, and tilting at a glove,
Which, when he tainted with his slender rod,
He rein'd him straight and made him so curvet,
As I cry'd out for fear he should have fall'n.
TAM E. Well done, my boy, thou shalt have shield
Armour of proof, horse, helm, and curtle axe,
And I will teach thee how to charge thy foe,
And harmless run among the deadly pikes.