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When these, my sons, more precious in mine eyes,
I Their ringers made to quaver on a lute,
Zeno. My gracious lord, they have their mother's
But, when they list, their conq'ring father's heart.
Tamb. Well done, my boy, thou shalthave shield
Armour of proof, horse, helm, and curtle axe,
If thou wilt love the wars and follow me,
Cel. Yes, father; you shall see me, if I live,
Tamb. These words assure me, boy, thou art my
When I am old and cannot manage arms,
Amy. Why may not I my lord, as well as he,
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;
Whose head hath deepest scars, whose breast most
Which being wroth sends lightning from his eyes,
Zeno. My lord, such speeches to our princely sons
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
Or make a bridge of murder'd carcases,
Ta M B. Well, lovely boys, ye shall be emp'rors both,
• Superfluities, iu the old editions.
Will quickly ride before Natolia .^
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.