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To dim thy baseness and obscurity,

Famous for nothing but for theft and spoil;

To raze and scatter thy inglorious crew

Of Scythians and slavish Persians. [Exeunt.


The Banquet; and to it come Tamburlaine, all in scarlet, Theridamas, Techelles, UsumCasane, Bajazet, Zabina, and others.

Tamb. Now hang our bloody colours by Damascus,

Reflexing hues of blood upon their heads,
While they walk quiv'ring on their city walls,
Half dead for fear before they feel my wrath.
Then let us freely banquet and carouse
Full bowls of wine unto the god of war
That means to fill your helmets full of gold,
And make Damascus' spoils as rich to you,
As was to Jason Colchos' golden fleece.
And now, Bajazet, hast thou any stomach?

Baj. Aye, such a stomach, cruel Tamburlaine, As I could willingly feed upon thy blood-raw heart.

Tamb. Nay thine own is easier to come by; pluck

out that;

And 'twill serve thee and thy wife: Well, Zenocrate, Techelles, and the rest, fall to your victuals.

Baj. Fall to, and never may your meat digest! Ye furies, that can walk invisible, Dive to the bottom of Avernus' pool, And in your hands bring hellish poison up

And squeeze it in the cup of Tamburlaine!
Or, winged snakes of Lerna, cast your stings,
And leave your venoms in this tyrant's dish!

Zab. And may this banquet prove as ominous
As Progne's to th' adult'rous Thracian king,
That fed upon the substance of his child.

Zeno. My lord, how can you suffer these
Outrageous curses by these slaves of yours?

Iamb. To let them see, divine Zenocrate,
I glory in the curses of my foes,
Having the power from the imperial heaven
To turn them all upon their proper heads.

Tech. I pray you give them leave, madam; this speech is a goodly refreshing to them.

Theb. But if his highness would let them be fed, it would do them more good.

Tamb. Sirrah, why fall you not to?—are you so daintily brought up, you cannot eat your own flesh?

Baj. First, legions of devils shall tear thee in pieces.

Usum. Villain, know'st thou to whom thou speakest?

Tamb. 0, let him alone. Here; eat sir; take it from my sword's point, or I'll thrust it to thy heart. [Bajazet takes it and stamps upon it.

Ther. He stamps it under his feet, my lord.

Tamb. Take it up, villain, and eat it; or I will make thee slice the brawns of thy arms into carbonades and eat them.

Usum. Nay, 'twere better he kill'd his wife, and then he shall be sure not to be starved, and be provided for a month's victual beforehand.

Tamb. Here is'my dagger: despatch her while she is fat, for if she live but a while longer, she will fall into a consumption with fretting, and then she will not be worth the eating.

Ther. Dost thou think that Mahomet will suffer this?

Tech. 'Tis like he will when he cannot let it.

Tamb. Goto; fall to your meat.—What, not a bit! Belike he hath not been watered to day; give him some drink.

[They give kirn water to drink, and hejiings it on the ground.

Tamb. Fast, and welcome, sir, while* hunger make you eat. How now, Zenocrate, do not the Turk and his wife make a goodly show at a banquet?

Zeno. Yes, my lord.

Ther. Methinks 'tis better than a consort of musick.

Tamb. Yet musick would do well to cheer up Zenocrate. Pray thee, tell, why thou art so sad ?—If thou wilt have a song, the Turk shall strain his voice. But why is it?

Zeno. My lord, to see my father's town besieg'd, The country wasted where myself was born,. How can it but afflict my very soul? If any love remain in you, my lojrd,

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Or if my love unto your majesty
May merit favour at your highness' hands,
Then raise your siege from fair Damascus' walls,
And with my father take a friendly truce.

Tamn. Zenocrate, were Egypt Jove's own land,
Yet would I with my sword make Jove to stoop.
I will confute those blind geographers
That make a triple region in the world,
Excluding regions which I mean to trace,
And with this pen reduce them to a map,
Calling the provinces cities and towns,
After my name and thine, Zenocrate.
Here at Damascus will I make the point
That shall begin the perpendicular;
And would'st thou have me buy thy father's love
With such a loss ?—Tell me, Zenocrate.

Zeno. Honour still wait on happy Tamburlaine; Yet give me leave to plead for him, my lord.

Tamb. Content thyself: his person shall be safe
And all the friends of fair Zenocrate,
If with their lives they may be pleas'd to yield,
Or may be forc'd to make me emperor;
For Egypt and Arabia must be mine.—
Feed you slave; thou may'st think thyself happy to
be fed from my trencher.

Baj. My empty stomach, full of idle heat,
Draws bloody humours from my feeble parts,
Preserving life by hast'ning cruel death.
My veins are pale; my sinews hard and dry;
My joints benumb'd; unless I eat, I die.

Zab. Eat, Bajazet; and let us live in spite of them, looking some happy power will pity and enlarge us.

Tamb. Here, Turk; wilt thou have a clean trencher?

Baj. Aye, tyrant, and more meat.

Tamb. Soft, sir; you must be dieted; too much eating will make you surfeit.

Ther. So it would, my lord, especially having so small a walk and so little exercise.

[A second course is brought in of crowns.

Tamb. Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane, here are the cates you desire to finger, are they not?

Ther. Aye my lord: but none save kings must feed with them.

Tech. 'Tis enough for us to see them, and for Tamburlaine only to enjoy them.

Tamb. Well; here is now to the Soldan of Egypt, the King of Arabia, and the Governor of Damascus, Now take these three crowns, and pledge me, my contributory kings.—I crown you here Theridamas, King of Argier; Techelles, King of Fez; and Usumcasane, King of Morocco. How say you to this, Turk? These are not your contributory kings.

Baj. Nor shall they long be thine, I warrant them.

Tamb. Kings of Argier, Morocco, and of Fez,
You that have march'd with happy Tamburlaine
As far as from the frozen place of heaven,
Unto the wat'ry morning's ruddy bower,
And thence by land unto the torrid zone,

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