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When these, my sons, more precious in mine eyes,
Than all the wealthy kingdoms I subdu'd,
Plac'd by her side, look on their mother's face:
But yet methinks their looks are amorous,
Not martial as the sons of Tamburlaine:
Water and air, being symboliz'd in one,
Argue their want of courage and of wit;
Their hair as white as milk and soft as down,
(Which should be like the quills of porcupines
As black as jet and hard as iron or steel)
Bewrays they are too dainty for the wars;

I Their ringers made to quaver on a lute,
Their arms to hang about a lady's neck,
Would make me think them bastards not my sons,
But that I know they issu'd from thy womb
That never look'd on man but Tamburlaine.

Zeno. My gracious lord, they have their mother's


But, when they list, their conq'ring father's heart.
This lovely boy, the youngest of the three,
Not long ago bestrid a Scythian steed
Trotting the ring, and tilting at a glove,
Which, when he tainted with his slender rod,
He rein'd him straight and made him so curvet,
As I cry'd out for fear he should have fall'n.

Tamb. Well done, my boy, thou shalthave shield

and lance,

Armour of proof, horse, helm, and curtle axe,
And I will teach thee how to charge thy foe,
And harmless run among the deadly pikes.

If thou wilt love the wars and follow me,
Thou shalt be made a king and reign with me,
Keeping in iron cages emperors.
If thou exceed thy elder brothers' worth
And shine in complete virtue more than they,
Thou shalt be king before them, and thy seed
Shall issue crowned from their mother's womb.

Cel. Yes, father; you shall see me, if I live,
Have under me as many kings as you,
And march with such a multitude of men,
As all the world shall tremble at their view.

Tamb. These words assure me, boy, thou art my


When I am old and cannot manage arms,
Be thou the scourge and terror of the world.

Amy. Why may not I my lord, as well as he,
Be term'd the scourge and terror of the world?

Tamb. Be all a scourge and terror to the world, Or else you are not sons of Tamburlaine.

Cal. But while my brothers follow arms, my lord, Let me accompany my gracious mother; They are enough to conquer al! the world, And you have now enough for me to keep.

Tamb. Bastardly boy, sprung from some coward's


And not the issue of great Tamburlaine;
Of all the provinces I have subdu'd,
Thou shalt riot have a foot unless thou bear
A mind courageous and invincible:
For he shall wear the crown of Persia

Whose head hath deepest scars, whose breast most


Which being wroth sends lightning from his eyes,
And in the furrows of his frowning brows
Harbours revenge, war, death, and cruelty;
For in a field, whose superficies•
Is cover'd with a liquid purple veil
And sprinkled with the brains of slaughter'd men,
My royal chair of state shall be advanc'd;
And he that means to place himself therein,
Must armed wade up to the chin in blood.

Zeno. My lord, such speeches to our princely sons
Dismay their minds before they come to prove
The wounding troubles angry war affords.

Gel. No, madam, these are speeches fit for us, For if his chair were in a sea of blood I would prepare a ship and sail to it, Ere I would lose the title of a king.

Amy. And I would strive to swim through pools

of blood,

Or make a bridge of murder'd carcases,
Whose arches should be fram'd with bones of Turks,
Ere I would lose the title of a king.

Ta M B. Well, lovely boys, ye shall be emp'rors both,
Stretching your conquering arms from East to West;
And, sirrah, if you mean to wear a crown,
When we shall meet the Turkish deputy
And all his viceroys, snatch it from his head,

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And batter down the castles on the shore.

Tamb. Wellsaid, Argier; receive thy crown again. Enter Techelles and Usumcasane, together. Tamb. Kings of Morocco and of Fez, welcome. Usum. Magnificent and peerless Tamburlaine! I and my neighbour king of Fez have brought To aid thee in this Turkish expedition, A hundred thousand expert soldiers; From Azamor to Tunis near the sea [s Barbary unpeopled for thy sake, And all the men in armour under me, iVliich with my crown I gladly offer thee. Tamb. Thanks, king of Morocco, take your crown


Tech. And, mighty Tamburlaine, our earthly god, Vhose looks make this inferior world to quake, here present thee with the crown of Fez, Ind with an host of Moors train'd to the war, Vhose coal-black faces make their foes retire, ind quake for fear, as if infernal Jove leaning to aid thee in these Turkish arms, Should pierce the black circumference of hell Vith ugly Furies bearing fiery flags, md millions of his strong tormenting spirits: 'rom strong Tesella unto Biledule ill Barbary is unpeopled for thy sake. Tamb. Thanks, king of Fez; take here thy crown again.

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