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And that vile carcase drawn by warlike kings
The fowls shall eat; for never sepulchre
Shall grace this base-born tyrant Tamburlaine.

Call. When I record my parents' slavish life,
Their cruel death, mine own captivity,
My viceroys' bondage under Tamburlaine,
Methinks I could sustain a thousand deaths
To be revenged of all his villany.
Ah, sacred Mahomet! thou that hast seen
Millions of Turks perish by Tamburlaine,
Kingdoms made waste, brave cities sacked and burnt,
And but one host is left to honour thee,
Aid thy obedient servant, Callapine,
And make him after all these overthrows
To triumph over cursed Tamburlaine.

Ama. Fear not, my lord; I see great Mahomet
Clothèd in purple clouds, and on his head
A chaplet brighter than Apollo's crown,
Marching about the air with armed men
To join with you against this Tamburlaine.
Renowmèd general, mighty Callapine,
Though God himself and holy Mahomet
Should come in person to resist your power,
Yet might your mighty host encounter all,
And pull proud Tamburlaine upon his knees
To sue for mercy at your highness' feet.

Call. Captain, the force of Tamburlaine is great,
His fortune greater, and the victories
Wherewith he hath so sore dismayed the world
Are greatest to discourage all our drifts;

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Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full,
She wanes again, and so shall his, I hope;
For we have here the chief selected men
Of twenty several kingdoms at the least;
Nor ploughman, priest, nor merchant, stays at home; 50
All Turkey.is in arms with Callapine ;
And never will we sunder camps and arms
Before himself or his be conquered.
This is the time that must eternise me
For conquering the tyrant of the world.
Come, soldiers, let us lie in wait for him,
And if we find him absent from his camp,
Or that it be rejoined again at full,
Assail it and be sure of victory.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and USUMCASANE.

Ther. Weep, heavens, and vanish into liquid tears !
Fall, stars that govern his nativity,
And summon all the shining lamps of heaven
To cast their bootless fires to the earth,
And shed their feeble influence in the air ;
Muffle your beauties with eternal clouds,
For Hell and Darkness pitch their pitchy tents,
And Death with armies of Cimmerian spirits
Gives battle 'gainst the heart of Tamburlaine !
Now in defiance of that wonted love
Your sacred virtues poured upon his throne

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And made his state an honour to the heavens,
These cowards invisible i assail his soul,
And threaten conquest on our sovereign;
But if he die your glories are disgraced ;
Earth droops and says that hell in heaven is placed.

Tech. O then, ye powers that sway eternal seats
And guide this massy substance of the earth,
If you retain desert of holiness
As your supreme estates instruct our thoughts,
Be not inconstant, careless of your fame, -
Bear not the burthen of your enemies' joys
Triumphing in his fall whom you advanced,
But as his birth, life, health, and majesty
Were strangely blest and governed by heaven,
So honour, heaven, (till heaven dissolved be)
His birth, his life, his health, and majesty!
Usum. Blush, heaven, to lose the honour of thy

name !
To see thy footstool set upon thy head !
And let no baseness in thy haughty breast
Sustain a shame of such inexcellence, 2
To see the devils mount in angels' thrones,
And angels dive into the pools of hell !
And though they think their painful date is out,
And that their power is puissant as Jove's,
Which makes them manage arms against thy state,
Yet make them feel the strength of Tamburlaine,

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1 8vo. “invincible.”—4to. “invisibly.” The reading in the text is Cunningham's.

2 So 4to.-8vo. "inexcellencie."

(Thy instrument and note of majesty,)
Is greater far than they can thus subdue :
For if he die thy glory is disgraced ;
Earth droops and says that hell in heaven is placed..

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Enter TAMBURLAINE (drawn in his chariot as before),

AMYRAS, CELEBINUS, and Physician.

Tamb. What daring god torments my body thus,
And seeks to conquer mighty Tamburlaine ?
Shall sickness prove me now to be a man,
That have been termed the terror of the world?
Techelles and the rest, come, take your swords,
And threaten him whose hand afflicts

my

soul.
Come, let us march against the powers of heaven,
And set black streamers in the firmament,
To signify the slaughter of the gods.

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Ah, friends, what shall I do? I cannot stand.
Come carry me to war against the gods
That thus envy the health of Tamburlaine.

Ther. Ah, good my lord, leave these impatient words, Which add much danger to your malady.

Tamb. Why, shall I sit and languish in this pain?
No, strike the drums, and in revenge of this,
Come, let us charge our spears and pierce his breast,
Whose shoulders bear the axis of the world,
That, if I perish, heaven and earth may fade.

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Theridamas, haste to the court of Jove,
Will him to send Apollo hither straight,
To cure me, or I'll fetch him down myself,

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Tech. Sit still, my gracious lord; this grief will cease, And cannot last, it is so violent.

Tamb. Not last, Techelles ?-No! for I shall die.
See, where my slave, the ugly monster, Death,
Shaking and quivering, pale and wan for fear,
Stands aiming at me with his murdering daft,
Who flies away at every glance I give,
And, when I look away, comes stealing on.
Villain, away, and hie thee to the field !
I and mine army come to load thy back
With souls of thousand mangled carcases.
Look, where he goes; but see, he comes again,
Because I stay: Techelles, let us march
And weary Death with bearing souls to hell.

Phy. Pleaseth your majesty to drink this potion,
Which will abate the fury of your fit,
And cause some inilder spirits govern you.

80 Tamb. Tell me what think you of my sickness now?

Phy. I viewed your urine, and the hypostasis 1 Thick and obscure, doth znake your danger great; Your veins are full of accidental heat, Whereby the moisture of your blood is dried. The humidum and calor, which some hold Is not a parcel of the elements, But of a substance more divine and pure, Is almost clean extinguished and spent; Which, being the cause of life, imports your death. 90 Besides, my lord, this day is critical,

1 Old copies “ Hipostates."

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