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And, harness'd like my horses, draw my coach;
Orc. But, Tamburlaine, first thou shalt kneel to
us, And humbly crave a pardon for thy life.
Treb. The common soldiers of our mighty host Shall bring thee bound unto our gen'ral's tent.
Syr. And all have jointly sworn thy cruel death, Or bind thee in eternal torments' wrath.
Tamb. Well, sirs, diet yourselves; you know I
shall Have occasion shortly to journey you.
Cel. See, father, how Almeda the jailor looks upon us.
Tamb. Villain! traitor! damned fugitive! I'll make thee wish the earth did swallow thee, See'st thou not death within my wrathful looks? Go, villain, cast thee headlong from a rock! Or rip thy bowels, and rend out thy heart T' appease my wrath! or else I'll torture thee, Searing thy hateful flesh with burning irons And drops of scalding lead, while all thy joints Be rack'd and beat asunder with the wheel; For, if thou liv'st, not any element Shall shroud thee from the wrath of Tamburlaine.
Call. Weli, in despite of thee he shall be king. Come, Almeda; receive this crown of me, J here invest thee king of Ariadan
Bord'ring on Mare Rosso, near to Mecca.
Orc. What! Take it, man.
Alm. Good my lord, let me take it.
Call. Dost thou ask him leave? Here; take it.
Tamb. Go to, sirrah, take your crown, and make
up the half dozen. So, sirrah, now you are a king, you must give anus.
OaC. So he shall and wear thy head in his scutcheon.
Tamb. No; let him hang a bunch of keys on his
To put him remembrance he was a jailor, that When I take him, I may knock out his brains With them, and lock you in the stable, when you Shall come sweating from my chariot.
Treb. Away; let us to the field, that the villain may be slain.
Tamb. Sirrah, prepare whips and bring my
chariot to my tent, For as soon as the battle is done, I'll ride in triumph through the camp. Enter Theridamas, Techelles, and their Train. How now, ye petty kings? Lo, here are bugs Will make the hair stand upright on your heads, And cast your crowns in slavery at their feet. Welcome, Theridatnas and Techelles, both! See ye this rout, and know ye this saaie king?
Ther. Aye, my Lord; he was Callapine's keeper.
Tam. Well, now ye see he is aking. Look to him, Theridainas, when we are righting, lest he
Hide his crown as the foolish king of Persia did.
Syr. No, Tamburlaine; he shall not be put to
Tam. You know not, sir.
Tech. I smile to think how, when this fieldis fought
Tamb. You shall be princes all, immediately; C ome,fight ye Turks, or yield us victory.
One. No; we will meet thee, slavish Tamburlaine. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FOURTH.
Alurums,—Amyras and Celebinos issue from the tent where Cai^has sits asleep.
Amy. Now in their glories shine the golden crowns Of these proud Turks, much like so many suns That half dismay the majesty of heaven. Now, brother, follow we our father's sword, That flies with fury swifter than our thoughts,
And cuts down armies with his conquering wings.
Cel. Call forth our lazy brother from the tent, For if my father miss him in the field, Wrath, kindled in the furnace of his breast, Will send a deadly lightning to his heart.
Amy. Brother! Ho! what given so much to sleep, You cannot leave it, when our enemies' drums And rattling cannons thunder in our ears Our proper ruins and our father's foil?
Cal. Away, ye fools! my father needs not me, Nor you in faith, but that you will be thought More childish valourous than manly wise. If half our camp should sit and sleep with me, My father were enough to scare the foe, You do dishonour to his majesty, To think our helps will do him any good.
Amy. What! Dar'st thou then be absent from the
Knowing my father hates thy cowardice,
Cal. I know, sir, what it is to kill a man;
Cel. O cowardly boy! Fie! for shame come
forth; Thou dost dishonour manhood and thy house.
Cal. Go, go, tall stripling, fight you for us both,
And take my other toward brother here,