Shall meet those Christians, fleeting with the tide, Gaz. Yet, stout Orcanes, Prorex of the world, Orc. Viceroy of Byron, wisely hast thou said. My realm, the centre of our empery, Being lost, all Turkey would be overthrown, And for that cause the Christians shall have peace. Sclavonians, Almains, Rutters, Muffes, and Danes, Fear not Orcanes, but great Tamburlaine, Nor he, but fortune, that hath made him great. We have revolted Grecians, Albanees, Sicilians, Jews, Arabians, Turks, and Moors, Natolians, Syrians, black Egyptians. GAZ. And we from Europe, to the same intent, Fllyrians, Thracians, and Bithynians, Enough to swallow forceless Sigismund, Yet scarce enough t' encounter Tamburlaine. He brings a world of people to the field, From Scythia to the oriental plage Of India, where raging Lantchidol Beats on the regions with his boist'rous blows, All Asia is in arms with Tamburlaine, And thence as far as Archipelago, All Afric is in arms with Tamburlaine; Therefore, viceroy, the Christians must have peace. Take which thou wilt, for as the Romans us'd, Wilt thou have war, then shake this blade at me; And I will sheathe it, to confirm the same. ORC. Stay, Sigismund! forget'st thou I am he That with the cannon shook Vienna's walls, And made it dance upon the continent, As when the massy substance of the earth Quivers about the axle-tree of heaven? Forget'st thou that I sent a show'r of darts, Mingled with powder'd shot and feather'd steel, So thick upon the blink-ey'd burghers' heads, That thou thyself, then County Palatine, The King of Boheme, and the Aust.ick Duke, Sent heralds out, which basely on their knees, In all your names desir'd a truce of me? Sig. Vienna was besieg'd, and I was there, Gaz. Kings of Natolia and of Hungary, Fred. And we from Europe, to the same intent, Orc. So prest are we; but yet, if Sigismund 7 1. I. my hand, SIG. Then here I sheath it, and give thee But whilst I live will be at truce with thee. The Son of God and issue of a maid, Sweet Jesus Christ, I solemnly protest ORC. By sacred Mahomet, the friend of God, Now Sigismund, if any Christian king Confirm'd this league beyond Danubius' stream, SIG. If any heathen potentate or king A hundred thousand horse train'd to the war, The strength and sinews of the Imperial seat. ORC. I thank thee, Sigismund; but, when I war, All Asia minor, Africa, and Greece, Follow my standard and my thund'ring drums. I will dispatch chief of my army hence To stay my coming 'gainst proud Tamburlaine. SCENE II. [Exeunt. CALLAPINE with ALMEDA, his Keeper, discovered. CALL. Sweet Almeda, pity the ruthful plight Of Callapine, the son of Bajazet, Born to be monarch of the western world, ALм. My lord, I pity it, and with all my heart CALL. Ah, were I now but half so eloquent To paint in words what I'll perform in deeds, I know thou would'st depart from hence with me. ALM. Not for all Afric: therefore move me not. CALL. Yet hear me speak, my gentle Almeda. ALM. No speech to that end, by your favour, sir. CALL. By Cairo runs ALM. No talk of running, I tell you, sir. |