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ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE l.

Enter Cosroe, Menaphon, Ortygius, Ceneus, with other Soldiers.

Cos. Thus far are we towards Theridamas,
And valiant Tamburlaine, the nian of fame,
The man that in the forehead of his fortune
Bears figures of renown and miracle.
But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon,
What stature wields he, and what personage?

Men. Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned,
Like his desire lift upward and divine,
So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,
Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear
Old Atlas' burthen;—*'twixt this manly pitch,
A pearl more worth than all the world is plac'd,
Wherein by curious sovereignty of art
Are fix'd his piercing instruments of sight,
Whose fiery circles bear encompassed
A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres,
That guides his steps and actions to the throne,
Where honour sits invested royally:
fV/Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion,
Vi Thirsting with sovereignty and love of arms;
\ His lofty brows in folds do figure death,

'Twixt this manly pitch, or height; that is, 'twixtiOr on ' such breadth of shoulders,' a pearl (his head) is placed, &c. The old editions read, "his manly pitch;" the alteration in the text, however, readers the phrase more intelligible. *

And in their smoothness amity and life;
About them hangs a knot of amber hair,
Wrapped in curls, as fierce Achilles' was,
On which the breath of Heaven delights to play,
Making it dance with wanton majesty.—
His arms and fingers, long, and snowy-white,*
Betokening valour and excess of strength;—
In ev'ry part proportion'd like the man
Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaiiie.

Cos. Well hast thou pourtrayed in thy terms of life
The face and personage of a wond'rous man; •
Nature doth strive with fortune and his stars
To make him famous in accomplish'd worth;
And well his merits shew him to be made
His fortune's master and the king of men,
That could persuade at such a sudden pinch,
With reasons of his valour and his life,
A thousand sworn and overmatching foes.
Then, when our powers in points of swords arejoin'd
And clos'd in compass of the killing bullet,
Though straight the passage and the port be made
That leads to palace of my brother's life,
Proud is his fortune if we pierce it not.
And when the princely Persian diadem
Shall overweigh his weary witless head,
And fall like mellow'd fruit with shakes of death,
In fair Persia, noble Tamburlaine
Shall be my regent and remain as king.

• Thus, the octavo: the quarto has "his arms long,—his fingers snowy white."

Orty. In happy hoar we hare set the crown
Upon your kingly head that seeks our honour,
In joining with the man ordain'd by Heaven,
To further ev'ry action to the best.

Cek. He that with shepherds and a little spoil
Durst in disdain of wrong and tyranny,
Defend his freedom 'gainst a monarchy,
\Vhat will he do supported by a king,
Leading a troop of gentlemen and lords,
And stuff'd with treasure for his highest thoughts?

Cos. And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine. Our army will be forty thousand strong, When Tamburlaine and brave Theridamas Have met us by the river Araris; And all conjoin'd to meet the witless king, That now is marching near to Parthia, And with unwilling soldiers faintly ann'd, To seek revenge on me and Tamburlaine, To whom, sweet Menaphon, direct me straight.

Men. I will, my lord. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Mycetes, Meander, with other Lords; and

Soldiers.

Myc. Come, my Meander, let us to this geer. I tell you true, my heart is swoln with wrath On this same thievish villain, Tamburlaine, And on that false Cosroe, my traiteroiis brother. Would it not grieve a king to be so abus'd And have a thousand horsemen ta'en away?

And which is worse, to have his diadem

Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?

I think it would; well then, by Heavens I swear,

Aurora shall not peep out of her doors,

But I will have Cosroe by the head,

And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.

Tell you the rest, Meander; I have said.

Me And. Then having past Armenian deserts now, And pitch'd our tents under the Georgian hills, Whose tops are cover'd with Tartarian thieves, That lie in ambush, waiting for a prey, What should we do but bid them battle straight, And rid the world of those detested troops? Lest, if we let them linger here awhile, They gather strength by pow'r of fresh supplies. This country swarms with vile outragious men That live by rapine and by lawless spoil, Fit soldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine; And he that could with gifts and promises Inveigle him that led a thousand horse, And make him false his faith unto his king, Will quickly win such as be like himself. Therefore cheer up your minds ! prepare to fight! He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine, Shall rule the province of Albania: Who brings that traitor's head, Theridamas, Shall have a government in Media, Beside the spoil of him and all his train: But if Cosroe, (as our spials say, And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,

Hi's Highness' pleasure is that he should live,
And be reclaim'd with princely lenity.

A Spy. A hundred horsemen of my company
Scouting abroad upon these champion plains
Have view'd the army of the Scythians,
Which make report it far exceeds the king's.

Meand. Suppose they be in number infinite,
Yet being void of martial discipline,
All running headlong after greedy spoils,
And more regarding gain than victory,
Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,
Sprung of the teeth of dragons venomous,
Their careless swords shall lance their fellows' throats,
And make us triumph in their overthrow.

Myc. Was there such brethren, sweet Meander,say, That sprung of teeth of dragons venomous?

Meand. So poets say, my lord.

Myc. And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read,
. And having thee, I have a jewel sure.
Go on, my Lord, and give your charge, I say;
Thy wit will make us conquerors to-day.

Meand. Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these

thieves,

That live confounded in disorder'd troops,
If wealth or riches may prevail with them,
We have our camels laden all with gold,
Which you that be but common soldiers
Shall fling in ev'ry corner of the field;
And while the base-born Tartars take it up,

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