Give me your knife, good mother, or strike home* : The Scythians shall not tyrannize on me : Sweet mother, strike, that I may meet my father. [She stabs him, and he dies. Olym. 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 Ther. How now, madam! what are you doing? Tech. 'Twas bravely done, and like a soldier's wife. Olym. My lord deceas'd was dearer unto me Ther. But, lady, go with us to Tamburlaine, * home] So the 8vo.-The 4to "haue." Of Jove's vast palace, the empyreal orb, That treadeth Fortune underneath his feet, And strows the way with brains of slaughter'd men ; And eagle's wings join'd⁕ to her feather'd breast, Olym. Take pity of a lady's ruthful tears, 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 shew'd more skill * join'd] So the 4to.-The 8vo "inioin'd." t of] So the 8vo.-The 4to "in." Than when she gave eternal chaos form, Olym. Then carry me, I care not, where you will, 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, ye got, Rifling this fort, divide in equal shares: This lady shall have twice so much again SCENE V. [Exeunt. Enter CALLAPINE, ORCANES, the KINGS of JERUSALEM, TREBIZON, and SORIA, with their train, ALMEDA, and a MESSENGER. MES. Renowmèd† emperor, mighty‡ Callapine, God's great lieutenant over all the world, the] Added perhaps by a mistake of the transcriber or printer. *and] So the 8vo.-The 4to "the." + Renowmed] See note, p. 27. So the 8vo.-The 4to "Renowned." emperor, mighty] So the 8vo.-The 4to " emperour, and mightie." Here at Aleppo, with an host of men, Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persia, (In number more than are the† quivering leaves Call. My royal army is as great as his, In memory of this our victory. * ORC. Now he that calls himself the scourge of Jove, The emperor of the world, and earthly god, + the] So the 4to.-The 8vo "this." your] So the 8vo.-The 4to "our.' *the] So the 4to.-Omitted in the 8vo. Here in Natolia by your§ highness' hands), And guard the gates to entertain his soul. Call. Tell me, viceroys, the number of your men, And what our army royal is esteem'd. K. of Jer. From Palestina and Jerusalem, Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse, K. of Treb. From Trebizon in Asia the Less, Came to my bands, full fifty thousand more, (That, fighting, know not what retreat doth mean, Nor e'er return but with the victory,) Since last we number'd to your majesty. K. of Sor. Of Sorians § from Halla is repair'd ||, your] So the 8vo.-The 4to "our." brandishing their] So the 4to.-The 8vo " brandishing in their." * with] So the 4to.-Omitted in the 8vo. + shew'd your] So the 8vo.-The 4to " shewed to your." know] Old eds. "knowes." I repair'd] So the 8vo.—The 4to “prepar❜d.” |