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Renew .' general, mighty Callapine,
Call. Captain, the force of Tamburlaine is great,
Enter Theridamas, Techelles, and Usum
Ther. Weep, heavens, and vanish into liquid tears!
Fall stars that govern his nativity,
And summon all the shining lamps of heaven
To cast their bootless fires to the earth,
And shed their feeble influence in the air.
Muffle your beauties with eternal clouds,
For hell and darkness pitch their pitchy tents,
And death with armies of Cimmerian spirits
Gives battle 'gainst the heart of Tamburlaine.
Now in defiance of that wonted love
Your sacred virtues pour'd upon his throne
And made his state an honour to the heavens,
These cowards invisible assail his soul,
And threaten conquest on our sovereign;
But if he die your glories are disgrac'd;
Earth droops and says that hell in heaven is plac'd.
Tech. O then, ye pow'rs that sway eternal seats And guide this massy substance of the earth, If you retain desert of holiness As your supreme estates instruct our thoughts, Be not inconstant, careless of your fame,— Bear not the burthen of your en'miesjoys Triumphing in his fall you most advanc'd, But as his birth, life, health and majesty Were strangely blest and governed by heaven, So honour heaven (till heaven dissolved be) His birth, his life, his health, and majesty!
Usum. Blush, heaven, to lose the honour of thy
To see thy footstool set upon thy head!
Tamb. What daring god torments my body thus,
Ther. Ah, good my lord, leave these impatient
words, Which add much danger to your malady.
Tamb. Why, shall I sit and languish in this pain? No, strike the drums, and in revenge of this,' Come, let us charge our spears, and pierce his breast,
Whose shoulders bear the axis of the world,
Tech. Sit still, my gracious lord; this grief will
cease, And can not last, it is so violent.
Tamb. Not last, Techelles?—No! for I shall die. See, where my slave, the ugly monster, death, Shaking and quiv'ring, pale and wan for fear, Stands aiming at me with his murd'ring dart, Who flies away at ev'ry glance I give, And, when I look away, comes stealing on. Villain, away, and hie thee to the field! I and mine army come to load thy back With souls of thousand mangled carcases. Look, where he goes; but see, he comes again, Because I stay: Techelles, let us march And weary death with bearing souls to hell.
Phy. Pleaseth yonr majesty to drink this potion, Which will abate the fury of your fit, And cause some milder spirits govern you.
Tamb. Tell me what think you of my sickness' now?
Phy. 1 view'd your urine, and the hypostasis
Are not a parcel of the elements,
Tamb. Then will I comfort all my vital parts,
[Alarums within. Enter Messenger.
Mes. ;My lord, young Callapine, that lately fled from your majesty, hath now gathered a fresh army, and hearing your absence in the field, offers to set upon us presently.
Tamb. See, my physicians now, how Jove hath
A present medicine to recure my pain,
Usum. I joy, my lord, your highness is so strong,