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Because my dear'st Zenocrate is dead.
Gal. This pillar, plac'd in memory of her, Where in Arabian, Hebrew, Greek, is writ:— This town, being burnt by Tamburlaine the Great, Forbids the world to build it up again.
Amy. And here this mournful streamer shall be
Wrought with the Persian and th' /Egyptian arms,
Cel. And here this table as a register
Tamb. And here the picture of Zenocrate, To show her beauty which the world admir'd; Sweet picture of divine Zenocrate, That, hanging here, will draw the gods from heaven, And cause the stars fix'd in the southern arc, (Whose lovely faces never any view'd That have not pass'd the centre's latitude) As pilgrims travel to our hemisphere, Only to gaze upon Zenocrate. Thou shalt not beautify Larissa's plains, But keep within the circle of mine arms. At ev'ry town and castle I besiege, Thou shalt be set upon my royal tent; And when I meet an army in the field, Whose looks will shed such influence in my camp, As if Bellona, goddess of the war, Threw naked swords and sulphur-balls of fire Upon the heads of all our enemies.
And now, my lords, advance your spears again:
Cal. If I had wept a sea of tears for her,
Amy. As is that town, so is my heart consum'd With grief and sorrow for my mother's death.
Cel. My mother's death hath mortified my mind, And sorrow stops the passage of my speech.
Tamb. But now, my boys, leave off and list to
That mean to teach you rudiments of war;
And room within to lodge six thousand men.
It must have privy ditches, countermines,
And secret issuings to defend the ditch;
It must have high argins* and cover'd ways,
To keep the bulwark fronts from battery,
And parapets to hide the musketeers,
Casemates to place the great artillery,
And store of ordinance, that from ev'ry flank
May scour the outward curtain of the fort,
Dismount the cannon of the adverse part,
Murder the foe, and save their walls from breach.
When this is learn'd for service on the land,
By plain and easy demonstration
I'll teach you how to make the water mount,
That you may dry-foot march through lakes and pools,
Deep rivers, havens, creeks, and little seas,
And make a fortress in the raging waves,
Fenc'd with the concave of a monstrous rock,
Invisible by nature of the place.
When this is done, then are ye soldiers,
And worthy sons of Tamburlaine the Great.
Cal. My lord, but this is dangerous to be done; We may be slain or wounded ere we learn.
Tamb. Vifiain! Art thou the son of Tamburlaine, And fear'st to die, or with the curtle-axe To hew thy flesh, and make a gaping wound? Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, Whose shatter'd limbs, being toss'd as high as heaveu,
• Argins—argine, Ital. An embankment, a rampart.
And canst thou, coward, stand in fear of death?
[He cuts his arm.
A wound is nothing, be it ne'er so deep.; Blood is the god of war's rich livery. Now look I like a soldier, and this wound As great a grace and majesty to me, As if a chain of gold, enamelled, Enchas'd with diamonds, sapphires, rubies, And fairest pearl of wealthy India, "VVere mounted here under a canopy, /"And I sate down cloth'd with a massy robe, ', That late adorn'd the Afric potentate, Whom I brought bound unto Damascus' walls. Come, boys, and with your fingers search my wound, And in my blood wash all your hands at once, While I sit smiling to behold the sight. Now, my boys, what think you of a wound? Cal. I know not what I should think of it; Vol. i. 9
Methinks it is a pitiful sight.
Cel. This? nothing: give me a wound, father.
Amy. And me another, my lord.
Tamb. Come, sirrah, give me your arm.
Cel. Here, father, cut it bravely, as you did your own.
Tamb. It shall suffice thou dar'st abide a wound; My boy, thou shalt not lose a drop of blood Before we meet the army of the Turk; But then run desp'rate through the thickest dregs, Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and death; And let the burning of Larissa's walls, My speech of war, and this my wound, you see, Teach you, my boys, to bear courageous minds, Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine! Usumcasane, now come, let us march Towards Techelles and Theridamas, That we have sent before to fire the towns, The tow'rs and cities of these hateful Turks, And hunt that coward, faint-heart runaway, With that accursed traitor Almeda, Till fire and sword have found them at a bay.
Usum. I long to pierce his bowels with my sword, That hath betray'd my gracious sovereign,— That curs'd and damned traitor Almeda.
Tamb. Then let us see if coward Callapine Dare levy arms against our puissance, That we may tread upon his captive neck, And treble all his father's slaveries. [Exeunt.