Behold me here, divine Zenocrate, Raving, impatient, desperate, and mad, If words might serve, our voice hath rent the air; 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, with me, 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. As I have conquer'd kingdoms with my sword. The houses, burnt, will look as if they mourn'd; And march about it with my mourning camp ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. Enter the Kings of TREBIZOND and SYRIA, one bearing a sword, and another a sceptre; next NATOLIA and JERUSALEM, with the imperial Crown; after CALLAPINE, and after him other Lords. ORCANES and JERUSALEM crown him, and the others give him the sceptre. ORC. Callapinus Cyricelibes, otherwise Cybelius, son and successive heir to the late mighty emperor, Bajazet, by the aid of God and his friend Mahomet, emperor of Natolia, Jerusalem, Trebizond, Syria, Amasia, Thracia, Ilyria, Carmonia, and all the hundred and thirty kingdoms late contributory to his mighty father. Long live Callapinus, emperor of Turkey. CALL. Thrice worthy kings of Natolia, and the rest, I will requite your royal gratitudes With all the benefits my empire yields; Whose cursed fate hath so dismember'd it, Do us such honour and supremacy, Bearing the vengeance of our father's wrongs, Will pour it down in showers on our heads, Scourging the pride of Tamburlaine. ORC. I have a hundred thousand men in arms; Some, that in conquest of the perjur'd Christian, Being a handful to a mighty host, Think them in number yet sufficient And for their power know to win the world. TER. And I as many from Jerusalem, All bord'ring on the Mare Major sea, SYR. From Syria with seventy thousand strong Ta'en from Aleppo, Saldino, Tripoli, And so unto my city of Damascus, I march to meet and aid my neighbour kings; ORC. Our battle then in martial manner pitch'd Whose horns shall sprinkle through the tainted air The poison'd brains of this proud Scythian. CALL. Well then, my noble lords, for this my friend That freed me from the bondage of my foe, I think it requisite and honourable, To keep my promise and to make him king, That is a gentleman, I know, at least. ALM. That is no matter, sir, for being a king; For Tamburlaine came up from nothing. JER. Your majesty may choose some pointed time, Performing all your promise to the full; 'Tis nought for your majesty to give a kingdom. CALL. Then will I shortly keep my promise, Almeda. ALM. Why, I thank your majesty. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter TAMBURLAINE with USUMCASANE, and his three Sons, four bearing the hearse of Zenocrate, and the drums sounding a doleful march; the town burning. TAM. So burn the turrets of this cursed town, And kindle heaps of exhalations, black As is the island where the Furies mask, Compass'd with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon, |