Yet being void of martial discipline,
All running headlong after greedy1 spoils,

And more regarding gain than victory,

Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,

Sprong2 of the teeth of dragons venomous,

Their careless swords shall lanch their fellows' throats, And make us triumph in their overthrow.

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Myc. Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say, That sprong of teeth of dragons venomous ?

Meand. So poets say, my lord.

Myc. And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.

Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read,
And having thee, I have a jewel sure.

Go on, my Lord, and give your charge, I say;

Thy wit will make us conquerors to-day.

Meand. Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these thieves, That live confounded in disordered troops,

If wealth or riches may prevail with them,
We have our camels laden all with gold,
Which you that be but common soldiers
Shall fling in every corner of the field;
And while the base-born Tartars take it up,
You, fighting more for honour than for gold,
Shall massacre those greedy-minded slaves;
And when their scattered army is subdued,
And you march on their slaughtered carcases,
Share equally the gold that bought their lives,

1 Dyce printed "greedy after spoils."

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2 So the old copies in the Second Part we have the spelling "sprung." VOL. I.

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And live like gentlemen in Persia.

Strike up the drum! and march courageously!
Fortune herself doth sit upon our crests.

Myc. He tells you true, my masters: so he does. Drums, why sound ye not, when Meander speaks? [Exeunt, drums sounding.

SCENE III.

Enter COSROE, TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, USUMCASANE, and ORTYGIUS, with others.

Cos. Now, worthy Tamburlaine, have I reposed In thy approved fortunes all my hope.

What think'st thou, man, shall come of our attempts ? For even as from assured oracle,

I take thy doom for satisfaction.

Tamb. And so mistake you not a whit, my Lord;
For fates and oraclès [of] Heaven have sworn
To royalise the deeds of Tamburlaine,

And make them blest that share in his attempts.

And doubt you not but, if you favour me,

And let my fortunes and my valour sway
To some1 direction in your martial deeds,

The world will strive with hosts of men at arms,
To swarm unto the ensign I support:

The host of Xerxes, which by fame is said
To have drank the mighty Parthian Araris,
Was but a handful to that we will have.

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Our quivering lances, shaking in the air,
And bullets, like Jove's dreadful thunderbolts,
Enrolled in flames and fiery smouldering mists,
Shall threat the gods more than Cyclopian wars :
And with our sun-bright armour as we march,
We'll chase the stars from heaven and dim their eyes
That stand and muse at our admirèd arms.

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Ther. You hear, my Lord, what working words he hath;
But when you see his actions stop1 his speech,
Your speech will stay or so extol his worth

As I shall be commended and excused
For turning my poor charge to his direction.
And these his two renowmèd friends, my lord,
Would make one thirst 2 and strive to be retained
In such a great degree of amity.

Tech. With duty and 3 with amity we yield.

Our utmost service to the fair Cosroe.

Cos. Which I esteem as portion of my crown.
Usumcasane and Techelles both,

When she that rules in Rhamnus' 4 golden gates,
And makes a passage for all prosperous arms,
Shall make me solely emperor of Asia,

Then shall your meeds 5 and valours be advanced
To rooms of honour and nobility.

1 Dyce reads "top," which gives excellent sense.

2 8vo.

66 thrust."-4to. "thrist."

4 Broughton quotes from Locrine :—

3 So 4to.-8vo. "not."

"She that rules fair Rhamnus' golden gates

Grant us the honour of the victory."

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The old copies read "Rhamnis." The allusion is of course to Nemesis,

who had a temple at Rhamnus in Attica.

5 So 8vo.-4to. "deeds."

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Tamb. Then haste, Cosroe, to be king alone,
That I with these, my friends, and all my men
May triumph in our long-expected fate.-
The king, your brother, is now hard at hand;
Meet with the fool, and rid your royal shoulders

Of such a burthen as outweighs the sands
And all the craggy rocks of Caspia.

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My lord, we have discovered the enemy Ready to charge you with a mighty army.

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Cos. Come, Tamburlaine! now whet thy wingèd

sword,

And lift thy lofty arm into the clouds,

That it may reach the king of Persia's crown,
And set it safe on my victorious head.

Tamb. See where it is, the keenest curtle axe
That e'er made passage thorough Persian arms.
These are the wings shall make it fly as swift
As doth the lightning or the breath of Heaven,
And kill as sure as it swiftly flies.

Cos. Thy words assüre me of kind success;
Go, valiant soldier, go before and charge
The fainting army of that foolish king.

Tamb. Usumcasane and Techelles, come!
We are enow to scare the enemy,

And more than needs to make an emperor.

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[They go out to the battle.

SCENE IV.

MYCETES comes out alone with his Crown in his hand,
offering to hide it.

Myc. Accursed be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah they knew not, simple men,
How those were hit by pelting cannon shot,
Stand staggering like a quivering aspen leaf
Fearing the force of Boreas' boisterous blasts.
In what a lamentable case were I

If Nature had not given me wisdom's lore,

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For kings are clouts 1 that every man shoots at,
Our crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave;
Therefore in policy I think it good
To hide it close; a goodly stratagem,
And far from any man that is a fool :
So shall I not be known; or if I be,

They cannot take away my crown from me.
Here will I hide it in this simple hole.

Enter TAMBUrlaine.

Fretical

Tamb. What, fearful coward, straggling from the

camp,

When kings themselves are present in the field?

Myc. Thou liest.

Tamb. Base villain! darest thou give 2 the lie?

1 The "clout" was the mark at which the archers aimed, and the "pin" was the nail which fastened it.

2 So 8vo. Dyce follows the reading of the 4to. "give me the lie.”

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