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Conquer, sack, and utterly consume
Your cities and your golden palaces,
And, with the flames ihat beat against the clouds,
Incense the Heavens, and make the stars to melt,
As if they were the tears of Mahomet,
For hot consumption of his country's pride;
And, till by vision or by speech I hear
Immortal Jove say "cease, my Tamburlaine,"
I will persist, a terror to the world,
Making the meteors (that, like armed men,
Are seen to march upon the tow'rs of Heav'n)
Run tilting round about the firmament,
And break their burning lances in the air,
For honour of my wond'rous victories.
Come, bring them in to our pavilion. [Exeunt.
Olympia discovered alone. Olym. Distress'd Olympia, whose weeping eyes, Since thy arrival here beheld no sun, But clos'd within the compass of the tent, Have stain'd thy cheeks, and made thee look like
Devise some means to rid thee of thy life,
Nor thy close care a sword to murder thee;
Ther. Well met, Olympia; I sought thee in my
But when I saw the place obscure and dark,
Olym. My lord and husband's death, with my
(With whom I buried all affections
Ther. Olympia, pity him, in whom thy looks
Olym. Ah, pity me, my lord! and draw your
Making a passage for my troubled soul,
Ther. Nothing but still thy husband and thy son!
Leave this, my love, and listen more to me..
Olym. No such discourse is pleasant in mine ears,
Ther. Nay, lady, then, if nothing will prevail, I'll use some other means to make you yield: Such is the sudden fury of my love, I must and will be pleas'd, and you shall yield: Come to the tent again.
Olym. Stay now, my lord; if you will save my
I'll give your grace a present of such price,
Ther. What is it?
Olym. An ointment which a cunning alchymist, Distilled from the purest balsamum And simplest extracts of all minerals, In which th' essential form of marble stone, Temper'd by science metaphysical, And spells of magic from the mouths of spirits, With which if you but 'noint your tender skin, Nor pistols, sword, nor lance, can pierce your flesh.
Ther. Why, madam, think you to mock me thus palpably?
Olym. To prove it, I will 'ncint my naked throat, Which, when you stab, look on your weapon's point, And you shall see't rebated with the blow.
Ther. Why gave you not your husband some
of it, If you loved him, and it so precious?
Olym. My purpose, wasjiny lord, to spend it so, But was prevented by his sudden end; And for a present, easy proof thereof, That I dissemble not, try it on me.
Ther. I will, Olympia, and I'll keep it for The richest present of this eastern world.
[She anoints her throat.
Olym. Now stab, my lord, and mark your
weapon's point, That will be blunted if the blow be great.
Ther. Here then, Olympia. [Stabs her.
What, have I slain her! Villain, stab thyself;
Infernal Dis is courting of my love,
Inventing masks and stately shows for her,
Opening the doors of his rich treasury
To entertain this queen of chastity;
Whose body shall be tomb'd with all the pomp
The treasure of this kingdom may afford.
[Exit, with the body.
'' SCENE IV.
Enter Tamburlaine drawn in his Chariot by the