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Your Grace hath taken order by Theridaraas,
Myc. Full true, thou speak'st, and like thyself,
Whom 1 may term a Damon for thy love:
How like you this, my honourable Lords?
Cos. It cannot choose because it comes from you.
Myc. Then hear thy charge, valiant Theridamas, The chiefest captain of Mycetes' host, The hope of Persia, and the very legs Whereon our State doth lean as on a staff, That holds us up, and foils our neighbour foes,— Thou shalt be leader of this thousand horse, Whose foaming gall with rage and high disdain %• v!\ Have sworn the death of wicked Tamburlaine. .J Go, frowning forth, but come thou smiling home, As did sir Paris with the Grecian dame; Return with speed—time passeth swift away; \ v. ^ Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.
Ther. Before the moon renew herborrow'd Ii«.ht.
Doubt not, my Lord and gracious Sovereign,
Ther. Then now, my Lord, I humbly take my leave.
Myc. Theridamas, farewell! ten thousand times.
Ah, Menaphon, why stay'st thou thus behind,
Cos. Nay, pray you let him stay; a greater [task*]
Myc. " Unless they have a wiser king than you." These are his words; Meander, set them down.
Cos. And add this to them—that all Asia Laments to see the folly of their king.
Myc. Well, here I swear by this my royal seat,—
Cos. You may do well to kiss it then.
Myc. Emboss'd with silk as best beseems my state. To be reveng'd for these contemptuous words.
• This word, or one of similar import, has been dropped at the press.
O, where is duty and allegiance now?
[All go out but Cosroe and Menaphon.
Men. How now, my Lord? What, mated* and
amaz'd To hear the king thus threaten like himself!
Cos. Ah, Menaphon, I pass notf for his threats; The plot is laid by Persian noblemen And captains of the Median garrisons To crown me emperor of Asia: But this it is that doth excruciate The very substance of my vexed soul— To see our neighbours that were wont to quake And tremble at the Persian monarch's name, Now sit and laugh our regiment to scorn; And that, which might resolve me into tears— Men from the farthest equinoctial line Have swarm'd in troops into the Eastern India, Lading. their ships with gold and precious stones, And made their spoils from all our provinces.
Men. This should entreat your highness to rejoice,
• mated—confounded; from the French matir.
Afric and Europe bord'ring on your land,
And continent to your dominions,
How eas'ly may you, with a mighty host,
Pass into Grecia, as did Cyrus once!
And cause them to withdraw their forces home,
Lest you subdue the pride of Christendom.
Cos. But, Menaphon, what means this trumpet's
Mf,n. Behold, my lord, Ortygius and the rest
Enter Ortygius and Ceneus, with others, bearing
Orty. Magnificent and mighty Prince Cosroe,
Cen. The warlike soldiers and the gentlemen, That heretofore have fill'd Persepolis With Afric captains taken in the field, Whose ransom made them march in coats of gold, . With costly jewels hanging at their ears, j And shining stones upon their lofty crests,
Now living idle in the walled towns,
Of great Darius and his wealthy host.
Cos. Well, since I see the state of Persia droop
Orty. And in assurance of desir'd success,
All. Long live Cosroe, mighty emperor!
Cos. And Jove may never let me longer live
Orty. We knew, my lord, before we brought the
Intending your investion so near