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You do dishonour to his majesty,
20 To think our helps will do him any good. Amy. What! Dar’st thou then be absent from the
Cal. I know, sir, what it is to kill a man;
Cel. O cowardly boy! Fie ! for shame come forth; . Thou dost dishonour manhood and thy house.
Cal. Go, go, tall 1 stripling, fight you for us both,
Amy. You will not go then ? · Cal. You say true.
Amy. Were all the lofty mounts of Zona Mundi
1 Bold. : The reader will remember Mercutio's ridicule of the fashionable term :-“The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes, these new tuners of accents ! ‘By Jesu a very good blade, a very tall man.'»
I would not bide the fury of my father,
Cal. Take you the honour, I will take my ease;
Perd. Here, my lord.
Cal. Come, thou and I will go to cards to drive away the time.
60 Perd. Content, my lord; but what shall we play for?
Cal. Who shall kiss the fairest of the Turk's concubines first, when my father hath conquered them. Perd. Agreed, i'faith.
[They play. Cal. They say I am a coward, Perdicas, and I fear as little their taratantaras, their swords or their cannons, as I do a naked lady in a net of gold, and, for fear I should be afraid, would put it off and come to bed with me.
Perd. Such a fear, my lord, would never make ye retire.
Cal. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battle once to try my valour. [Alarms.] What a coil they keep! I believe there will be some hurt done anon amongst them.
SCENE II. Enter TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHILLES, USUMCA
SANE, AMYRAS, and CELEBINUS, leading the Turkish
Tamb. See now, ye slaves, my children stoops 1 your
Amy. Shall we let go these kings again, my lord,
Tamb. No, no, Amyras; tempt not fortune so:
[He goes in and brings him out.
1 Humiliate, make to stoop. 2 So 4to.-8v0. “my."
Wounded with shame and killed with discontent,
Ther. Yet pardon him, I pray your majesty.
Amy. Good my lord, let him be forgiven for once, And we will force him to the field hereafter.
Tamb. Stand up, my boys, and I will teach ye arms, '. And what the jealousy of wars must do. O Samarcanda (where I breathèd first . 30 And joyed the fire of this martial flesh), Blush, blush, fair city, at thine honour's foil, 3 And shame of nature, which 4 Jaertis' stream, Embracing thee with deepest of his love, Can never wash from thy distained brows! Here, Jove, receive his fainting soul again ; A form not meet to give that subject essence Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlaine; Wherein an incorporeal spirit moves, Made of the mould whereof thyself consists, Which makes me valiant, proud, ambitious, Ready to levy power against thy throne, That I might move the turning spheres of heaven !
i So 4to.-8vo. “nay."
? So 4to.-8vo. “ one." 3 Soil, stain. Cunningham gives an apposite quotation from Brad. ford the martyr:-“David, that good king, had a foul foil when he committed whoredom with his faithful servant's wife, Bethsabe,"
• Old copies" with."
For earth and all this airy region
Jer. Thy victories are grown so violent, That shortly Heaven, filled with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies have made, Will pour down blood and fire on thy head, Whose scalding drops will pierce thy seething brains, And, with our bloods, revenge our bloods ? on thee. 70
1 So 4to.-8vo. “ blood."