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Dangerous to those whose crisis is as yours;
Your artiers, which alongst the veins convey
The lively spirits which the heart engenders,
Are parched and void of spirits, that the soul,
Wanting those organons by which it moves,
Cannot endure, by argument of art.
Yet, if your majesty may escape this day,
No doubt but you shall soon recover all.
Tamb. Then will I comfort all

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.

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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,
And hearing of your absence in the field,

Offers to set upon us presently."
So 4to.-8vo. "on.”

Tamb. I know it will, Casane. Draw, you slaves; In spite of death, I will go show my face.

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Alarums.TAMBURLAINE goes out, and comes in

with the rest.
Tamb. Thus are the villain ? cowards fled for

fear,
Like summer's vapours vanished by the sun;
And could I but awhile pursue the field,
That Callapine should be my slave again.
But I perceive my martial strength is spent.
In vain I strive and rail against those powers,
That mean to invest me in a higher throne,
As much too high for this disdainful earth.
Give me a

map; then let me see how much
Is left for me to conquer all the world,
That these, my boys, may finish all my wants.

[One brings a map.
Here I began to march towards Persia,
Along Armenia and the Caspian Sea,
And thence unto Bithynia, where I took
The Turk and his great empress prisoners.

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Thence marched I into Egypt and Arabia,
And here, not far from Alexandria,
Whereas the Terrene and the Red Sea meet,
Being distant less than full a hundred leagues,
I meant to cut a channel to them both,
That men might quickly sail to India?
i old copies "villaines.” The reading in the text is Dyce's.

An anticipation of the Suez Canal !

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From thence to Nubia near Borno lake,
And so along the Æthiopian sea,
Cutting the Tropic line of Capricorn,
I conquered all as far as Zanzibar.
Then, by the northern part of Africa,
I came at last to Græcia, and from thence
To Asia, where I stay against my will;
Which is from Scythia, where I first began,
Backward[s] and forwards near five thousand leagues.
Look here, my boys; see what a world of ground
Lies westward from the midst of Cancer's line,
Unto the rising of this earthly globe ;
Whereas the sun, declining from our sight,
Begins the day with our Antipodes !

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And shall I die, and this unconquered ?
Lo, here, my sons, are all the golden mines,
Inestimable drugs and precious stones,
More worth than Asia and the world beside;
And from the Antarctic Pole eastward behold
As much more land, which never was descried,
Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright
As all the lamps that beautify the sky !
And shall I die, and this unconquered ?
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That let your lives command in spite of death.
Amy. Alas, my lord, how should our bleeding

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,
Whose matter is incorporate in your flesh.

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
Thou wilt become thy father's majesty.

Amy. With what a flinty bosom should I joy
The breath of life and burthen of my soul,
If not resolved into resolved pains,

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,"

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My body's mortified lineaments 1
Should exercise the motions of my heart,
Pierced with the joy of any dignity!
O father! if the unrelenting ears
Of death and hell be shut against my prayers,
And that the spiteful influence of Heaven,
Deny my soul fruition of her joy;
How should I step, or stir my hateful feet
Against the inward powers of my heart,
Leading a life that only strives to die,
And plead 2 in vain unpleasing sovereignty?
Tamb. Let not thy love exceed thine honour,

son,
Nor bar thy mind that magnanimity
That nobly must admit necessity.
Sit up, my boy, and with those silken reins
Bridle the steelèd stomachs of those jades.

Ther. My lord, you must obey his majesty,
Since fate commands and proud necessity.

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;

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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."

Doomed, sorrowful."-Dyce,

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