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To injure or suppress your worthy tide;
Cos. I know it well, my lord, and thank you all.
Orty. Sound up the trumpets then— God save the king! [Exeunt omnes.
Enter Tamburlaine, leading Zenocbate, followed by Techelles, Usumcasane, Agydas, Magnetes, Lords, and Soldiers, loaded with Treasure,
Ta M B . Come, lady, let not this appal your thoughts; The jewels and the treasure we have ta'en Shall be reserv'd, and you in better state, Than if you were arriv'd in Syria, Even in the circle of your father's arms, The mighty soldan of vEgyptia.
Ze No. Ah, shepherd! pity my distressed plight,
To Memphis, from my uncle's country of Media,- ~
Mag. And since we have arrived in Scythia,
Besides rich presents from the puissant Cham,
Tamb. But now you see these letters and commands
Are countermanded by a greater man;
Zeno. I am, my lord—for so you do import.
Tamb. I am a lord, for so my deeds shall prove; And yet a shepherd by my parentage. But, lady, this fair face and heavenly hue Must grace his bed that conquers Asia, And means to be a terror to the world, Measuring the limits of his empery By east and west, as Phoebus doth his course. Lie here ye weeds that I disdain to wear'. This complete armour and this curtle axe Are adjuncts more beseeming Tamburlaine. And, madam, whatsoever you esteem Of this success and loss unvalued, Both may invest you empress of the East.;
And these that seem but silly country swains
May have the leading of so great an host,
As with their weight shall make the mountains quake,
Even as when windy exhalations
Fighting for passage, tilt within the earth.
Tech. As princely lions, when they rouse themselves,
Stretching their paws, and threatning herds of beasts,
Usum. And making thee and me, Techelles, kings, That even to death will follow Tamburlaine.
T A M B . Nobly resolv'd, sweet friends and followers!
Zeno. The Gods, defenders of the innocent,
Agyd. I hope our ladies' treasures and our own, May serve for ransom to our liberties:
Return our mules and empty camels back,
That we may travel into Syria,
Where her betrothed lord Alcjdamas,
Expects th' arrival of her highness' person. Mag. And wheresoever we repose ourselves,
We will report but well of Tamburlaine.
Tamb. Disdains Zenocrate to live with me?
Or you, my lords, to be my followers?
Think you I weigh this treasure more than you? / Not all the gold in India's wealthy arms • Shall buy the meanest soldier in my train.
Zenocrate, lovelier than the love of Jove,
Brighter than is the silver Rhodope,
Fairer than whitest snow on Scythian hills,—
Thy person is more worth to Tamburlaine,
Tech. (Aside to Tamb.j What now!—in love?
Tamb. (Aside.) Teehelles, women must be flat
But this is she with whom I am in love.
Sold. News !—News!
Tamb. How now?—What's the matter?
Sold. A thousand Persian horsemen are at hand, Sent from the king to overcome us all.
Tamb. How now, my lords of Egypt, and Zeno.
How!—must your jewels be restor'd again,
Agyd. We hope yourself will willingly restore them.
Tamb. Such hope, such fortune, have the thousand
Soft ye, my lords, and sweet Zenocrate!
Sold. Their plumed helms are wrought with
Their swords enamell'd, and about their necks
Tamb. Then shall we fight courageously with them. Or look you I should play the orator