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And for their power know to win the world.
Ter. And I as many from Jerusalem,
TREB. And I as many bring from Trebizond,
Syr. From Syria with seventy thousand strong
Orc. Our battle then in martial manner pitch'd
That is a gentleman, I know, at least.
AL. That is no matter, sir, for being a king;
three Sons, four bearing the hearse of Zenocrate,
TAM. So burn the turrets of this cursed town,
black As is the island where the Furies mask, Compass'd with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon,
Because my dear’st Zenocrate is dead.
Cal. This pillar, plac'd in memory of her, Where in Arabian, Hebrew, Greek, is writ:This town, being burnt by Tamburlaine the Great, Forbids the world to build it up again. AMY. And here this mournful streamer shall be
plac'd, Wrought with the Persian and th' Egyptian arms, To signify she was a princess born, And wife unto the monarch of the East.
Cel. And here this table as a register Of all her virtues and perfections.
TAMB. And here the picture of Zenocrate, To show her beauty which the world admir'd; Sweet picture of divine Zenocrate, That, hanging here, will draw the gods from heaven, And cause the stars fix d in the southern arc, (Whose lovely faces never any view'd That have not pass'd the centre's latitude) As pilgrims travel to our hemisphere, Only to gaze upon
Zenocrate. Thou shalt not beautify Larissa's plains, But keep within the circle of mine arms. At ev'ry town and castle I besiege, Thou shalt be set upon my royal tent; And when I meet an army in the field, Whose looks will shed such influence in my camp, As if Bellona, goddess of the war, Threw naked swords and sulphur-balls of fire Upon the heads of all our enemies.
And now, my lords, advance your spears again:
Cal. If I had wept a sea of tears for her,
AMY. As is that town, so is my heart consum'd With grief and sorrow for my mother's death.
CEL. My mother's death hath mortified my mind, And sorrow stops the passage of my speech. Taxe. But now, my boys, leave off and list to
me, That mean to teach you rudiments of war; I'll have you learn to sleep upon the ground, March in your armour thorough wat’ry fens, Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold, Hanzer and thirst, right adjuncts of the war, And after this to scale a castle wall, Besiege a fort, to undermine a town, And make whole cities caper in the air. Then next the way to fortify your men; In champion grounds, what figure serves you best; For which the quinque-angle form is meet, Because the corners there may fall more flat Whereas the fort may fittest be assail'd, And sharpest where th' assault is desperate. The ditches must be deep; the counterscarps Xarrow and steep: the walls made high and broad; The bulwarks and the rampiers large and strong, With cavalieros and thick counterforts,
And room within to lodge six thousand men.
Cal. My lord, but this is dangerous to be done; We may be slain or wounded ere we learn.
TAMB. Villain! Art thou the son of Tamburlaine, And fear'st to die, or with the curtle-axe To hew thy flesh, and make a gaping wound? Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, Whose shatter'd limbs, being toss'd as high as heaven,
• Argins---argine, Ital. An embankment, a rampart.