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I see how fearfully ye would refuse,
Jer. By Mahomet ! he shall be tied in chains,
Tamb. Sirrah, Callapine ! I'll hang a clog about your neck for running away 1 again ; you shall not trouble me thus to come and fetch you ; But as for you, viceroys, you shall have bits, And, harnessed like my horses, draw my coach ; And when ye stay, be lashed with whips of wire. I'll have you learn to feed on? provender And in a stable lie upon the planks.
Orc. But, Tamburlaine, first thou shalt kneel to us, And humbly crave a pardon for thy life.
Treb. The common soldiers of our mighty host 110 Shall bring thee bound unto our general's tent.
Sor. And all have jointly sworn thy cruel death, Or bind thee in eternal torments' wrath.
Tamb. Well, sirs, diet yourselves; you know I shall have occasion shortly to journey you.
Cel. See, father, .
Tamb. Villain ! traitor ! damnèd fugitive !
il.e, to prevent your running away. 2 SO 4to.-8vo. "with."
For, if thou liv'st, not any element
Call. Well, in despite of thee he shall be king.
Orc. What! Take it, man.
Tamb. Go to, sirrah, take your crown, and make up the half dozen. So, sirrah, now you are a king, you must give arms.
Orc. So he shall, and wear thy head in his scutcheon.
Tamb. No;2 let him hang a bunch of keys on his standard to put him in remembrance he was a jailor, that when I take him, I may knock out his brains with them, and lock you in the stable, when you shall come sweating from my chariot.
143 Treb. Away ; let us to the field, that the villain may be slain.
Tamb. Sirrah, prepare whips and bring my chariot to my tent, for as soon as the battle is done, I'll ride in triumph through the camp.
Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and their train. How now, ye petty kings ? Lo, here are bugs 3 Will make the hair stand upright on your heads, 150
i One of the few quibbles in Marlowe.
So 4to.-8vo. “Go." 3 Bugbears.
And cast your crowns in slavery at their feet.
Ther. I, my lord; he was Callapine's keeper.
Tamb. Well, now ye see he is a king ; look to him, Theridamas, when we are fighting, lest he hide his crown as the foolish king of Persia did.
Sor. No, Tamburlaine ; he shall not be put to that exigent, I warrant thee. Tamb. You know not, sir
160 But now, my followers and my loving friends, Fight as you ever did, like conquerors, The glory of this happy day is yours. My stern aspect shall make fair victory, Hovering betwixt our armies, light on me Loaden with laurel wreaths to crown us all.
Tech. I smile to think how, when this field is fought And rich Natolia ours, our men shall sweat With carrying pearl and treasure on their backs.
Tamb. You shall be princes all, immediately; 170 Come, fight ye Turks, or yield us victory. Orc. No; we will meet thee, slavish Tamburlaine.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Alarums.-AMYRAS and CELEBINUS issue from the tent
where CALYPHAS sits asleep.
Amy. Now in their glories shine the golden crowns
Cel. Call forth our lazy brother from the tent,
Amy. Brother! Ho! what given so much to sleep!
Cal. Away, ye fools ! my father needs not me,