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And for their power know to win the world.

Ter. And I as many from Jerusalem,
Judæa, Gaza, and Sclavonia's bounds,
That on mount Sinai with their ensigns spread,
Look like the parti-coloured clouds of heaven
That show fair weather to the neighbour morn.

TREB. And I as many bring from Trebizond,
Chio, Famastro, and Amasia
All bord'ring on the Mare Major sea,
Riso, Sancina, and the bord'ring towns
That touch the end of famous Euphrates,
Whose courages are kindled with the flames,
The cursed Scythian sets on all their towns,
And vow to burn the villain's cruel heart.

Syr. From Syria with seventy thousand strong
Ta'en from Aleppo, Saldino, Tripoli,
And so unto my city of Damascus,
I march to meet and aid my neighbour kings;
All which will join against this Tamburlaine,
And bring him captive to your highness' feet.

Orc. Our battle then in martial manner pitch'd
According to our ancient use, shall bear
The figure of the semicircled moon,
Whose horns shall sprinkle through the tainted air
The poison'd brains of this proud Scythian.
CALL. Well then, my noble lords, for this my

That freed me from the bondage of my foe,
I think it requisite and honourable,
To keep my promise and to make him king,

That is a gentleman, I know, at least.

AL. That is no matter, sir, for being a king;
F: Tamburlaine came up from nothing.
Jee. Your majesty may choose some pointed

Periorming all your promise to the full;
T:3 nought for your majesty to give a kingdom.
Call. Then will I shortly keep my promise,

ÀLY. Why, I thank your majesty. [Ereunt.


three Sons, four bearing the hearse of Zenocrate,
and the drums sounding a doleful march; the town

TAM. So burn the turrets of this cursed town,
Fame to the highest region of the air,
Ard kindle heaps of exhalations,
That being fiery meteors may presage
Death and destruction to the inhabitants !
Over my Zenith hang a blazing star,
That may endure till heaven be dissolv'd,
Fed with the fresh supply of earthly dregs,
Threat'ding a death and famine to this land !
Fiyang dragons, lightning, fearful thunderbolts,
Sage these fair plains, and make them seem as

black As is the island where the Furies mask, Compass'd with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon,

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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:
Sorrow no more, my sweet Casane, now;
Boys, leave to mourn! this town shall erer mourn,
Being burnt to cinders for your mother's death.

Cal. If I had wept a sea of tears for her,
It would not ease the sorrows I sustain.

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.
It must have privy ditches, countermines,
And secret issuings to defend the ditch;
It must have high argins* and cover'd ways,
To keep the bulwark fronts from battery,
And parapets to hide the musketeers,
Casemates to place the great artillery,
And store of ordinance, that from ev'ry flank
May scour the outward curtain of the fort,
Dismount the cannon of the adverse part,
Murder the foe, and save their walls from breach.
When this is learn'd for service on the land,
By plain and easy demonstration
I'll teach you how to make the water mount,
That you may dry-foot march through lakes and pools,
Deep rivers, havens, creeks, and little seas,
And make a fortress in the raging waves,
Fenc'd with the concave of a monstrous rock,
Invisible by nature of the place.
When this is done, then are ye soldiers,
And worthy sons of Tamburlaine the Great.

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.

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