Fame hovereth, sounding of her golden trump, Olymp. Take pity of a lady's ruthful tears, In frame of which Nature hath showed more skill 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. 70 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. 90 [Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter CALLAPINE, Orcanes, ALMEDA, and the Kings of Mes. Renowmèd emperor, mighty Callapine, Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persia, (In numbers more than are the 1 quivering leaves Call. My royal army is as great as his, 1 So 4to.-8vo. "this." ΙΟ 20 2 We have had this expression already (in sc. 3, 1. 63). Cf. 1 Henry VI., i. 6, l. 63,—-"When they shall hear how we have played the men. 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,) 1 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, Jer. From Palestina and Jerusalem, Orc. So from Arabia Desert, and the bounds Treb. From Trebizond, in Asia the Less, 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, So that the royal army is esteemed Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men. Call. Then welcome, Tamburlaine, unto thy death. Enter TAMBURLAINE and his three Sons, Tamb. How now, Casane? See a knot of kings, Usum. My lord, your presence makes them pale and wan: Poor souls! they look as if their deaths were near. 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, I do you honour in the simile; 50 60 For if I should, as Hector did Achilles, 70 (The worthiest knight that ever brandished sword), Challenge in combat any of you all, L I see how fearfully ye would refuse, And fly my glove as from a scorpion. Orc. Now thou art fearful of thy army's strength, Think of thy end! this sword shall lance thy throat. birth Heaven did afford a gracious aspèct, And joined those stars that shall be opposite Even till the dissolution of the world, And never meant to make a conqueror That villain there, that slave, that Turkish dog, As ye shall curse the birth of Tamburlaine. revenge My father's vile abuses, and mine own. Jer. By Mahomet! he shall be tied in chains, And turn him to his ancient trade again : Methinks the slave should make a lusty thief. Call. Nay, when the battle ends, all we will meet, And sit in council to invent some pain That most may vex his body and his soul. 80 90 |