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 ear and dim the crystal sky.

Tech. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently;
And, soldiers, play the men; the hold1 is yours.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Alarum within.—Enter the CAPTAIN, with Olympia, and his Son.

Olymp. 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 conquered hold.

Capt. A deadly bullet, gliding through my side,
Lies heavy on my heart; I cannot live.

I feel my liver pierced, and all my veins,
That there begin and nourish every part,
Mangled and torn, and all my entrails bathed.
In blood that straineth 2 from their orifex.
Farewell, sweet wife! sweet son, farewell! I die.

ΙΟ

[He dies.

1 So 4to.-8vo. "holds."

2 So 4to.-8vo. "staineth." The confusion between stain and strain is constantly occurring. In Shelley's dirge, "Rough wind that moanest loud," we should surely read, "Bare woods whose branches strain."

Olymp. Death, whither art thou gone, that both we live? Come back again, sweet Death, and strike us both! One minute end our days! and one sepulchre Contain our bodies! Death, why com'st thou not? Well, this must be the messenger for thee:

[Drawing a dagger.

Now, ugly Death, stretch out thy sable wings,
And carry both our souls where his remains.
Tell me, sweet boy, art thou content to die?
These barbarous Scythians, full of cruelty,
And Moors, in whom was never pity found,
Will hew us piecemeal, put us to the wheel,
Or else invent some torture worse than that
Therefore die by thy loving mother's hand,
Who gently now will lance thy ivory throat,
And quickly rid thee both of pain and life.

;

Son. Mother, despatch me, or I'll kill myself;
For think you I can live and see him dead?
Give me your knife, good mother, or strike home:
The Scythians shall not tyrannise on me:
Sweet mother, strike, that I may meet my father.

[She stabs him and he dies.

Olymp. Ah, sacred Mahomet, if this be sin,

Entreat a pardon of the God of heaven,

And purge my soul before it come to thee.

[She burns the bodies of her husband and son and then attempts to kill herself.

Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and all their train. Ther. How now, madam, what are you doing?

Olymp. Killing myself, as I have done my son,
Whose body, with his father's, I have burnt,
Lest cruel Scythians should dismember him.

Tech. 'Twas bravely done, and, like a soldier's wife. Thou shalt with us to Tamburlaine the Great,

Who, when he hears how resolute thou art,

Will match thee with a viceroy or a king.

Olymp. My lord deceased was dearer unto me

Than any viceroy, king, or emperor;

And for his sake here will I end my days.

Ther. But, lady, go with us to Tamburlaine,

And thou shalt see a man, greater than Mahomet,
In whose high looks is much more majesty,
Than from the concave superficies

Of Jove's vast palace, the empyreal orb,
Unto the shining bower where Cynthia sits,
Like lovely Thetis, in a crystal robe;
That treadeth fortune underneath his feet,
And makes the mighty god of arms his slave;
On whom Death and the Fatal Sisters wait
With naked swords and scarlet liveries:
Before whom, mounted on a lion's back,
Rhamnusia bears a helmet full of blood,

And strews the way with brains of slaughtered men ;
By whose proud side the ugly Furies run,

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Over whose zenith, clothed in windy air,

And eagle's wings join'd1 to her feathered breast,

1 So 4to.-8vo. "inioin'd."

Fame hovereth, sounding of her golden trump,
That to the adverse poles of that straight line,
Which measureth the glorious frame of heaven,
The name of mighty Tamburlaine is spread,
And him, fair lady, shall thy eyes behold.
Come!

Olymp. Take pity of a lady's ruthful tears,
That humbly craves upon her knees to stay
And cast her body in the burning flame,
That feeds upon her son's and husband's flesh.

Tech. Madam, sooner shall fire consume us both,
Than scorch a face so beautiful as this,

In frame of which Nature hath showed more skill
Than when she gave eternal chaos form,
Drawing from it the shining lamps of heaven.

Ther. Madam, I am so far in love with you,

That you must go with us-no remedy.

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Olymp. Then carry me, I care not, where you will, So And let the end of this my fatal journey

Be likewise end to my accursèd life.

Tech. No, madam, but the beginning of your joy:

Come willingly therefore.

Ther. Soldiers, now let us meet the general,

Who by this time is at Natolia,

Ready to charge the army of the Turk.
The gold and silver, and the pearl, we got,
Rifling this fort, divide in equal shares:
This lady shall have twice as much again
Out of the coffers of our treasury.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Enter CALLAPINE, ORCANES, ALMEDA, and the Kings of
Jerusalem, Trebizond, and Soria, with their trains.-
To them enter a Messenger.

Mes. Renowmèd emperor, mighty Callapine,
God's great lieutenant over all the world!
Here at Aleppo, with a host of men,

Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persia,

(In numbers more than are the1 quivering leaves
Of Ida's forest, where your highness' hounds,
With open cry, pursue the wounded stag,)
Who means to girt Natolia's walls with siege,
Fire the town, and overrun the land.

Call. My royal army is as great as his,
That, from the bounds of Phrygia to the sea
Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waves,
Covers the hills, the valleys, and the plains.
Viceroys and peers of Turkey, play the men ! 2
Whet all your swords, to mangle Tamburlaine,
His sons, his captains, and his followers;
By Mahomet! not one of them shall live;
The field wherein this battle shall be fought
For ever term the Persian's sepulchre,
In memory of this our victory!

IO

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2 We have had this expression already (in sc. 3, 1. 63). Cf. 1 Henry VI., i. 6, 1, 63,-"When they shall hear how we have played the men."