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Dangerous to those whose crisis is as yours;
my And live, in spite of death, above a day.
[Alarums within. Enter Messenger. Mes. My lord, young Callapine, that lately fled from your majesty, hath now gathered a fresh army, and hearing your absence in the field, offers to set upon us presently.
Tamb. See, my physicians now, how Jove hath sent A present medicine to recure my pain. My looks shall make them fly, and might I follow, There should not one of all the villain's power Live to give offer of another fight.
Usum. I joy, my lord, your highness is so strong, That can endure so well your royal presence, Which only will dismay the enemy.
1 Perhaps the Messenger's speech should have been printed as verse. Only a very slight alteration is needed :
""My lord, young Callapine, that lately fled
Your majesty, hath gathered a fresh army,
Offers to set upon us presently."
Tamb. I know it will, Casane. Draw, you slaves; In spite of death, I will go show my face.
Alarums.—TAMBURLAINE goes out, and comes in
with the rest.
map; then let me see how much
[One brings a map.
An anticipation of the Suez Canal !
From thence to Nubia near Borno lake,
hearts, Wounded and broken with your highness' grief, Retain a thought of joy or spark of life?
Your soul gives essence to our wretched subjects,
Cel. Your pains do pierce our souls; no hope survives, For by your life we entertain our lives.
Tamb. But, sons, this subject, not of force enough To hold the fiery spirit it contains,
170 Must part, imparting his impressions By equal portions into both your breasts; My Alesh, divided in your precious shapes, Shall still retain my spirit, though I die, And live in all your seeds immortally. Then now remove me, that I may resign My place and proper title to my son. First, take my scourge and my imperial crown, And mount my royal chariot of estate, That I may see thee crowned before I die.
180 Help me, my lords, to make my last remove.
[They lift him down. Ther. A woful change, my lord, that daunts our
thoughts, More than the ruin of our proper souls !
Tamb. Sit up, my son, [and] let me see how well
Amy. With what a flinty bosom should I joy
1 Collier proposed "substance;" but, as Dyce observed, “subject' occurs immediately below, and in iv, 2 (1. 37),
"A form not meet to give that subject essence,"
My body's mortified lineaments 1
Ther. My lord, you must obey his majesty,
Amy. Heavens witness me with what a broken heart And damnèd 3 spirit I ascend this seat, And send my soul, before my father die, His anguish and his burning agony !
[They crown AMYRAS. Tamb. Now fetch the hearse of fair Zenocrate;
i The text seems very corrupt. For "lineaments” the 4to, reads " laments."
2 There is little sense as the line stands, I suspect the true reading is" And pleased."