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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,
Dying their lances with their streaming blood,
And yet at night carouse within my tent,
Filing 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 chain of gold, enamelled,
Enchas'd with diamonds, sapphires, rubies,
And fairest pearl of wealthy India,
Were mounted here under a canopy,
And I sate 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.
Now, my boys, what think you of a wound 7
Cal. I know not what I should think of it;
Vol. i. 9

Methinks it is a pitiful sight.

Cel. This? nothing: give me a wound, father.
Amy. And me another, my lord.
Tamb. Come, sirrah, give me your arm.
Cel. Here, father, cut it bravely, as you did your


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 desp’rate through the thickest dregs, Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and death; And let the burning of Larissa's 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 ! Usumcasane, now come, let us march Towards Techelles and Theridamas, That we have sent before to fire the towns, The tow'rs and cities of these hateful Turks, And hunt that coward, faint-heart runaway, With that accursed traitor Almeda, Till fire and sword have found them at a bay.

Usum. I long to pierce his bowels with my sword, That hath betray'd my gracious sovereign,That curs'd and damned traitor Almeda.

Tamb. Then let us see if coward Callapine Dare levy arms against our puissance, That we may tread upon his captive neck, And treble all his father's slaveries. (Eseunt.

Ester TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, and their Train.
THER. Thus have we march'd northward from

Cato the frontier port of Syria;
And this is Balsora, their chiefest hold,
Wherein is all the treasure of the land.

Tich. Then let us bring our light artillery,
Minions, Falc'nets, and Sakers, to the trench,
Filing the ditches with the walls' wide breach,
And enter in to seize upon the gold.

say you, soldiers, shall we not? Sold. Yes, my lord, yes; come, let's about it. Tuzr. But stay awhile; summon a parley, drum. It may be they will yield it quietly, ming two kings, the friends to Tamburlaine, Stand at the walls with such a mighty pow'r.

(4 parley sounded.- Captain appears on the

walls, with Olympia, his wife and son.
Capt. What require you, my masters ?
TEER. Captain, that thou yield up thy hold to us.
CAPT. To you! Why, do you think me weary of it?

Tsca. Nay, captain, thou art weary of thy life,
Itboa withstand the friends of Tamburlaine.

Ture. The pioneers of Argier in Africa, Even in the cannon's face, shall raise a hill Gi earth and faggots higher than the fort, And over thy Argins and cover'd ways

• kws, Fale'rets, and Sakers. All small pieces of ordnance.

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Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold

Vollies of ordnance, till the breach be made

That with his ruin fills up all the trench. ... And when we enter in, not heav'n itself

2. Shall ransom thee, thy wife, and family.

Tech. Captain, these Moors shall cut the leaden
That bring fresh water to thy men and thee,
And lie in trench before thy castle walls,
That no supply of victual shall come in,
Nor any issue forth but they shall die;
And, therefore, captain, yield it quietly.
Capt. Were you, that are the friends of Tambur.
Brothers of holy Mahomet himself,
I would not yield it; therefore do your worst:
Raise mounts, batter, intrench, and undermine,
Cut off the water, all convoys that come,
Yet I am resolute and so farewell.
[Captain, Olympia, and their son, retire from
the walls.
THER. Pioneers, away ! and where I stuck the
Intrench with those dimensions I prescrib'd.
Cast up the earth towards the castle walls,
Which, till it may defend you, labour low,
And few or none shall perish by the shot.
Pio. We will, my lord. [Ereunt Pioneers.
Tech. A hundred horse shall scout about the

To spy what force comes to relieve the hold. Both we, Theridamas, will intrench our men, And with the Jacob's staff measure the height And distance of the castle from the trench, That we may know if our artillery Will carry full point blank into their castle. Ther. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Along the trench into the battery, Where we will have gallions of six foot broad, To save our cannoniers from musket shot. Betwixt which shall our ordnance thunder forth, And with the breach's fall, smoke, fire, and dust, The crack, the echo, and the soldier's cry, Make deaf the air and dim the chrystal sky. Tech. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently; And, soldiers, play the men; the hold is yours! [Ereunt. Alarums. Re-enter the CAPTAIN, with OLYMPIA, and his SoN. OLYM. Come, good, my lord, and let us haste from hence Along the cave that leads beyond the foe; No hope is left to save this conquer'd hold. Capt. A deadly bullet, gliding through my side, Lies heavy at my heart; I cannot live. I feel my liver pierc'd, and all my veins, That there begin and nourish every part, Mangled and torn, and all my entrails bath'd In blood that straineth from their orifice.

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