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And, harness'd like my horses, draw my coach;
And when ye stay, be lash'd with whips of wire.
I'll have you learn to feed on provender
And in a stable lie upon the planks.

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
that exigent, I warrant thee.

Tam. You know not, sir.
But now, my followers and my loving friends,
Fight as you ever did, like conquerors,
The glory of this happy day is yours.
My stern aspect shall make fair victory,
Hov'ring betwixt our armies, light on me
Laden with laurel wreaths to crown us all.

Tech. I smile to think how, when this fieldis fought
And rich Natolia ours, our men shall sweat
With carrying pearl and treasure on their backs.

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.


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,
And oft hath warn'd thee to be still in field,
When he himself amidst the thickest troops
Beats down our foes, to flesh our taintless swords.

Cal. I know, sir, what it is to kill a man;
It works remorse of conscience in me;
I take no pleasure to be murderous,
Nor care for blood when wine will quench my thirst.

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,
For person like to prove a second Mars.
"Twill please my mind as well to hear, both you
Have won a heap of honour in the field
And left your slender carcases behind,
As if I lay with you for company.
AMY. You will not go then?
CAL. You say true.
AMY. Were all the lofty mounts of Zona Mundi
That fill the midst of farthest Tartary -
Turn'd into pearl and proffer'd for my stay,
I would not bide the fury of my father,
When, made a victor in these haughty arms,
He comes and finds his sons have had no shares
In all the honours he proposed for us.
CAL. Take you the honour, I will take my ease;
My wisdom shall excuse my cowardice.
I go into the field before I need!
[Alarums.—Amyras and Celebinus exeunt.
The bullets fly at random where they list;
And should I go and kill a thousand men,
I were as soon rewarded with a shot,
And sooner far, than he that never fights;
And should I go and do no harm nor good,
I might have harm which all the good I have,
Join'd with my father's crown, would never cure.
I will to cards. Perdicas.
PERD. Here, my lord.
CAL. Come thou and I will go away to cards to
drive away the time.
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