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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
That 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 tread eth 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,
Hearkening when he shall bid them plague the world ; 60
Over whose zenith, clothed in windy air,
And eagle's wings join'd 1 to her feathered breast,

* 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.

Olymp. Take pity of a lady's ruthful tears,
That humbly craves upon her knees to stay

70 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.

Olymp. Then carry me, I care not, where you will, 80 And let the end of this my fatal journey Be likewise end to my accursed life.

Tech. No, madam, but 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.



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 the l 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 !



1 So 4to.-8vo. “this."

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


Orc. Now, he that calls himself the scourge of Jove, The emperor of the world, and earthly god, Shall end the warlike progress he intends, And travel headlong to the lake of hell, Where legions of devils, (knowing he must die Here, in Natolia, by your highness' hands,) All brandishing their brands 1 of quenchless fire, Stretching their monstrous paws, grin with 2 their teeth, And guard the gates to entertain his soul.

Call. Tell me, viceroys, the number of your men, 30 And what our army royal is esteemed.

Jer. From Palestina and Jerusalem,
Of Hebrews threescore thousand fighting men
Are come since last we showed your majesty.

Orc. So from Arabia Desert, and the bounds
Of that sweet land, whose brave metropolis
Re-edified the fair Semiramis,
Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse,
Since last we numbered to your majesty.

Treb. From Trebizond, in Asia the Less,
Naturalised Turks and stout Bithynians
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 numbered to your majesty.

Sor. Of Sorians from Halla is repaired,
And neighbour cities of your highness' land,


1 So 4to.-8vo. " in their brands." 2 SO 4to.-omitted in 8vo.

Ten thousand horse, and thirty thousand foot,
Since last we numbered to your majesty ;
So that the royal army is esteemed

50 Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men.

Call. Then welcome, Tamburlaine, unto thy death.
Come, puissant viceroys, let us to the field,
(The Persians' sepulchre,) and sacrifice
Mountains of breathless men to Mahomet,
Who now, with Jove, opens the firmament
To see the slaughter of our enemies.
Enter TAMBURLAINE and his three Sons,

Tamb. How now, Casane? See a knot of kings,
Sitting as if they were a telling riddles.
Usum. My lord, your presence makes them pale
and wan :

60 Poor souls ! they look as if their deaths were

Tamb. And so he is, Casane; I am here;
But yet I'll save their lives, and make them slaves.
Ye petty kings of Turkey, I am come,
As Hector did into the Grecian camp,
To overdare the pride of Græcia,
And set his warlike person to the view
Or fierce Achilles, rival of his fame :
I do you honour in the simile;
For if I should, as Hector did Achilles,
(The worthiest knight that ever brandished sword),
Challenge in combat any of you all,


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