Whose cursed fate hath so dismember'd it, supremacy, Orc. I have a hundred thousand men in arms; And for their power know to win the world. Ter. And I as many from Jerusalem, TREB. And I as many bring from Trebizond, Syr. From Syria with seventy thousand strong Orc. Our battle then in martial manner pitch'd friend That is a gentleman, I know, at least. ALM. That is no matter, sir, for being a king; For Tamburlaine came up from nothing. JER. Your majesty may choose some pointed time, Performing all your promise to the full; 'Tis nought for your majesty to give a kingdom. CALL. Then will I shortly keep my promise, Almeda. ALM. Why, I thank your majesty. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter TAMBURLAINE with USU MCASANE, and his three Sons, four bearing the hearse of Zenocrate, and the drums sounding a doleful march; the town burning. TAM. So burn the turrets of this cursed town, Flame to the highest region of the air, And kindle heaps of exhalations, That being fiery meteors may presage As is the island where the Furies mask, Compass'd with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon, Because my dear'st Zenocrate is dead. CAL. 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 plac'd, Wrought with the Persian and th' Ægyptian arms, And wife unto the monarch of the East. TAMB. And here the picture of Zenocrate, 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) Thou shalt not beautify Larissa's plains, Whose looks will shed such influence in my camp, As if Bellona, goddess of the war, Threw naked swords and sulphur-balls of fire 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 me, That mean to teach you rudiments of war; I'll have you learn to sleep upon the ground, March in your armour thorough wat’ry fens, Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold, Hunger and thirst, right adjuncts of the war, And after this to scale a castle wall, Besiege a fort, to undermine a town, And make whole cities caper in the air. Then next the way to fortify your men; In champion grounds, what figure serves you best ; For which the quinque-angle form is meet, Because the corners there may fall more flat Whereas the fort may fittest be assail'd, And sharpest where th' assault is desperate. The ditches must be deep; the counterscarps Narrow and steep; the walls made high and broad; The bulwarks and the rampiers large and strong, With cavalieros and thick counterforts, |