is often proou'd a myracle Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured Not dooing Mahomet an iniurie Whose power had share in this our victory And since this miscreant hath disgrac'd his faith And died a traitor both to heauen and earth We wil both watch and ward shall keepe his trunke Amidst these plaines for Foules to pray vpon Go Vribassa giue it straight in charge Vri. I will my Lord Exit Vrib. Orc. And now Gazellus let vs haste and meete Our Army and our brother of Ierusalem Of Soria Trebizon and Amasia And happily with full Natolian bowles Of Greekish wine now let vs celebrate Our happy conquest and his angry fate Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena vltima The Arras is drawen and Zenocrate lies in her bed of state Tamburlaine sitting by her three Phisitians about her bed tempering potions Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane and the three sonnes Tamburlaine BLacke is the beauty of the brightest day The golden balle of heauens eternal fire That danc'd with glorie on the siluer waues Now wants the fewell that enflamde his beames And all with faintnesse and for foule disgrace He bindes his temples with a frowning cloude Ready to darken earth with endlesse night Zenocrate that gaue him light and life Whose eies shot fire from their Iuory bowers And tempered euery soule with liuely heat Now by the malice of the angry Skies Whose iealousie admits no second Mate Drawes in the comfort of her latest breath All dasled with the hellish mists of death Now walk the angels on the walles of heauen As Centinels to warne th' immortall soules To entertaine deuine Zenocrate Apollo Cynthia and the ceaslesse lamps That gently look'd vpon this loathsome earth Shine downwards now no more but deck the heauens To entertaine diuine Zenocrate The christall springs whose taste illuminates Refined eies with an eternall sight Like tried siluer runs through Paradice To entertaine diuine zenocrate The Cherubins and holy Seraphins That sing and play before the king of kings We all their voices and their instruments To entertaine diuine Zenocrate And in this sweet and currious harmony The God that tunes this musicke to our soules Holds out his hand in highest maiesty To entertaine diuine Zenocrate Then let some holy trance conuay my thoughts Vp to the pallace of th' imperiall heauen That this my life may be as short to me As are the daies of sweet Zenocrate Phisitions wil no phisicke do her good Phis. My Lord your Maiesty shall soone perceiue And if she passe this fit the worst is past tam. Tell me how fares my faire Zenocrate zen. I fare my Lord as other Emperesses That when this fraile and transitory flesh Hath suckt the measure of that vitall aire That feeds the body with his dated health Wanes with enforst and necessary change tam. May neuer such a change transfourme my loue In whose sweet being I repose my life Whose heauenly presence beautified with health Giues light to Phoebus and the fixed stars Whose absence make the sun and Moone as darke As when opposde in one Diamiter Their Spheares are mounted on the serpents head Or els discended to his winding traine Liue still my Loue and so conserue my life Or dieng be the anchor of my death zen. Liue still my Lord O let my soueraigne liue And sooner let the fiery Element Dissolue and make your kingdome in the Sky Than this base earth should shroud your maiesty For should I but suspect your death by mine The comfort of my future happinesse And hope to meet your highnesse in the heauens Turn'd to dispaire would break my wretched breast And furie would confound my present rest But let me die my Loue yet let me die With loue and patience let your true loue die Your griefe and furie hurtes my second life Yet let me kisse my Lord before I die And let me die with kissing of my Lord But since my life is lengthened yet a while Let me take leaue of these my louing sonnes And of my Lords whose true nobilitie Haue merited my latest memorie Sweet sons farewell in death resemble me And in your liues your fathers excellency Some musicke and my fit wil cease my Lord They call musicke tam. Proud furie and intollorable fit That dares torment the body of my Loue And scourge the Scourge of the immortall God Now are those Spheares where Cupid vsde to sit Wounding the world with woonder and with loue Sadly supplied with pale and ghastly death Whose darts do pierce the Center of my soule Her sacred beauty hath enchaunted heauen And had she liu'd before the siege of Troy Hellen whose beauty sommond Greece to armes And drew a thousand ships to Tenedos Had not bene nam'd in Homers Iliads Her name had bene in euery line he wrote Or had those wanton Poets for whose byrth Olde Rome was proud but gasde a while on her Nor Lesbia nor Corrinna had bene nam'd zenocrate had bene the argument Of euery Epigram or Eligie The musicke sounds and she dies tam. What is she dead Techelles draw thy sword And wound the earth that it may cleaue in twaine And we discend into th' infernall vaults To haile the fatall Sisters by the haire And throw them in the triple more of Hell For taking hence my faire zenocrate Casane and theridamas to armes Raise Caualieros higher than the cloudes And with the cannon breake the frame of heauen Batter the shining pallace of the Sun And shiuer all the starry firmament For amorous Ioue hath snatcht my loue from hence Meaning to make her stately Queene of heauen What God so euer holds thee in his armes Giuing thee Nectar and Ambrosia Behold me here diuine zenocrate Rauing impatient desperate and mad Breaking my steeled lance with which I burst The rusty beames of Ianus Temple doores Letting out death and tyrannising war To martch with me vnder this bloody flag And if thou pitiest Tamburlain the great Come downe from heauen and liue with me againe ther. Ah good my Lord be patient she is dead And all this raging cannot make her liue If woords might serue our voice hath rent the aire If teares our eies haue watered all the earth If griefe our murthered harts haue straind forth blood Nothing preuailes for she is dead my Lord tam. For she is dead thy words doo pierce my soule Ah sweet theridamas say so no more Though she be dead yet let me think she liues And feed my mind that dies for want of her Where ere her soule be thou shalt stay with me Embalm'd with Cassia Amber Greece and Myrre Not lapt in lead but in a sheet of gold And till I die thou shalt not be interrd Then in as rich a tombe as Mausolus We both will rest and haue one Epitaph Writ in as many seuerall languages As I haue conquered kingdomes with my sword This cursed towne will I consume with fire Because this place bereft me of my Loue The houses burnt wil looke as if they mourn'd And here will I
high hill about the citie here tam. Let it be so about it souldiers But stay I feele my selfe distempered sudainly tech. What is it dares distemper Tamburlain tam. Something techelles but I know not what But foorth ye vassals what so ere it be Sicknes or death can neuer conquer me Exeunt Actus 5. Scaena 4. Enter Callapine Amasia with drums and trumpets Callap. KIng of Amasia now our mighty hoste Marcheth in Asia maior where the streames Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly runs And here may we behald great Babylon Circled about with Limnasphaltis Lake Where tamburlaine with all his armie lies Which being faint and weary with the siege Wee may lie ready to encounter him Before his hoste be full from Babylon And so reuenge our latest grieuous losse If God or Mahomet send any aide Ama. Doubt not my lord but we shal conquer him The Monster that hath drinke a sea of blood And yet gapes stil for more to quench his thirst Our Turkish swords shal headlong send to hell And that vile Carkasse drawne by warlike kings The Foules shall eate for neuer sepulchre Shall grace that base-borne Tyrant tamburlaine Cal. When I record my Parents slauish life Their cruel death mine owne captiuity My Viceroies bondage vnder tamburlaine Me thinks I could sustaine a thousand deaths To be reueng'd of all his Villanie Ah sacred Mahomet thou that hast seene Millions of Turkes perish by Tamburlaine Kingdomes made waste braue cities sackt burnt And but one hoste is left to honor thee And thy obedient seruant Callapine And make him after all these ouerthrowes To triumph ouer cursed Tamburlaine Ama Feare not my Lord I see great Mahomet Clothed in purple clowdes and on his head A Chaplet brighter than Apollos crowne Marching about the ayer with armed men To ioine with you against this Tamburlaine Renowmed Generall mighty Callapine Though God himselfe and holy Mahomet Should come in person to resist your power Yet might your mighty hoste incounter all And pull proud Tamburlaine vpon his knees To sue for mercie at your highnesse feete Cal. Captaine the force of Tamburlaine is great His fortune greater and the victories Wherewith he hath so sore dismaide the world Are greatest to discourage all our drifts Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full She waines againe and so shall his I hope For we haue here the chiefe selected men Of twenty seuerall kingdomes at the least Nor plowman Priest nor Merchant staies at home All Turkie is in armes with Callapine And neuer wil we sunder camps and armes Before himselfe or his be conquered This is the time that must eternize me For conquering the Tyrant of the world Come Souldiers let vs lie in wait for him And if we find him absent from his campe Or that it be reioin'd again at full Assaile it and be sure of victorie Exeunt Actus 5. Scaena 6. Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane WEepe heauens and vanish into liquid teares Fal starres that gouerne his natiuity And sommon al the shining lamps of heauen To cast their bootlesse fires to the earth And shed their feble influence in the aire Muffle your beauties with eternall clowdes For hell and darknesse pitch their pitchy tentes And Death with armies of Cymerian spirits Giues battile gainst the heart of Tamburlaine Now in defiance of that woonted loue Your sacred vertues pour'd vpon his throne And made his state an honor to the heauens These cowards inuisiblie assaile hys soule And threaten conquest on our Soueraigne But if he die your glories are disgrac'd Earth droopes and saies that hell in heauen is plac'd tech. O then ye Powers that sway eternal seates And guide this massy substance of the earthe If you retaine desert of holinesse As your supreame estates instruct our thoughtes Be not inconstant carelesse of your fame Beare not the burthen of your enemies ioyes Triumphing in his fall whom you aduanst But as his birth life health and maiesty Were strangely blest and gouerned by heauen So honour heauen til heauen dissolued be His byrth his life his health and maiesty Cas Blush heauen to loose the honor of thy name To see thy foot-stoole set vpon thy head And let no basenesse in thy haughty breast Sustaine a shame of such inexcellence To see the deuils mount in Angels throanes And Angels diue into the pooles of hell And though they think their painfull date is out And that their power is puissant as Ioues Which makes them manage armes against thy state Yet make them feele the strength of Tamburlain Thy instrument and note of Maisty Is greater far than they can thus subdue For if he die thy glorie is disgrac'd Earth droopes and saies that hel in heauen is plac'd tam. What daring God torments my body thus And seeks to conquet mighty Tamburlaine Shall sicknesse prooue me now to be a man That haue bene tearm'd the terrour of the world Techelles and the rest come take your swords And threaten him whose hand afflicts my soul Come let vs march against the powers of heauen And set blacke streamers in the firmament To signifie the slaughter of the Gods Ah friends what shal I doe I cannot stand Come carie me to war against the Gods That thus inuie the health of Tamburlaine ther. Ah good my Lord leaue these impatient words Which ad much danger to your malladie tam. Why shal I sit and languish in this paine No strike the drums and in reuenge of this Come let vs chardge our speares and pierce his breast Whose shoulders beare the Axis of the world That if I perish heauen and earth may fade theridamas haste to the court of Ioue Will him to send Apollo hether straight To cure me or I le fetch him downe my selfe tech. Sit stil my gratious Lord this griefe wil cease And cannot last it is so violent tam. Not last techelles no for I shall die See where my slaue the vglie monster death Shaking and quiuering pale and wan for feare Stands aiming at me with his murthering dart Who flies away at euery glance I giue And when I look away comes stealing on Villaine away and hie thee to the field I and myne armie come to lode thy barke With soules of thousand mangled carkasses Looke where he goes but see he comes againe Because I stay techelles let vs march And weary Death with bearing soules to hell Phi. Pleaseth your Maiesty to drink this potion Which wil abate the furie of your fit And cause some milder spirits gouerne you tam. Tel me what think you of my sicknes now Phi. I view'd your vrine and the Hipostates Thick and obscure doth make your danger great Your vaines are full of accidentall heat Whereby the moisture of your blood is dried The Humidum and Calor which some holde Is not a parcell of the Elements But of a substance more diuine and pure Is almost cleane extinguished and spent Which being the cause of life imports your death Besides my Lord this day is Criticall Dangerous to
are wrought with beaten golde Their swords enameld and about their neckes Hangs massie chaines of golde downe to the waste In euery part exceeding braue and rich Tam. Then shall we fight couragiously with them Or looke you I should play the Orator Tech. No cowards and fainthearted runawaies Looke for orations when the foe is neere Our swordes shall play the Orators for vs Vsum. Come let vs meet them at the mountain foot And with a sodaine and an hot alarme Driue all their horses headlong down the hill Tech. Come let vs martch Tam. Stay Techelles aske a parlee first The Souldiers enter Open the Males yet guard the treasure sure Lay out our golden wedges to the view That their reflexions may amaze the Perseans And looke we friendly on them when they come But if they offer word or violence Wee le fight fiue hundred men at armes to one Before we part with our possession And gainst the Generall we will lift our swords And either lanch his greedy thirsting throat Or take him prisoner and his chaine shall serue For Manackles till he be ransom'd home Tech, I heare them come shal we encounter them Tam. Keep all your standings and not stir a foote My selfe will bide the danger of the brunt Enter Theridamas with others Ther. Where is this Scythian Tamberlaine Tam. Whō seekst thou Persean I am Taburlain Ther. Tamburlaine A Scythian Shepheard so imbellished With Natures pride and richest furniture His looks do menace heauen and dare the Gods His fierie eies are fixt vpon the earth As if he now deuis'd some Stratageme Or meant to pierce Auernas darksome vaults To pull the triple headed dog from hell tamb. Noble and milde this Persean seemes to be If outward habit iudge the inward man tech. His deep affections make him passionate tamb. With what a maiesty he rears his looks In thee thou valiant man of Persea I see the folly of thy Emperour Art thou but Captaine of a thousand horse That vy Characters grauen in thy browes And by thy martiall face and stout aspect Deseru'st to haue the leading of an hoste Forsake thy king and do but ioine with me And we will triumph ouer all the world I hold the Fates bound fast in yron chaines And with my hand turne Fortunes wheel about And sooner shall the Sun fall from his Spheare Than Tamburlaine be slaine or ouercome Draw foorth thy sword thou mighty man at Armes Intending but to rase my charmed skin And Ioue himselfe will stretch his hand from heauen To ward the blow and shield me safe from harme See how he raines down heaps of gold in showers As if he meant to giue my Souldiers pay And as a sure and grounded argument That I shall be the Monark of the East He sends this Sculdans daughter rich and braue To be my Queen and portly Emperesse If thou wilt stay with me renowmed man And lead thy thousand horse with my conduct Besides thy share of this Egyptian prise Those thousand horse shall sweat with martiall spoile Of conquered kingdomes and of Cities sackt Both we wil walke vpon the lofty clifts And Christian Merchants that with Russian stems Plow vp huge furrowes in the Caspian sea Shall vaile to vs as Lords of all the Lake Both we will raigne as Consuls of the earth And mightie kings shall be our Senators Ioue sometime masked in a Shepheards weed And by those steps that he hath scal'd the heauens May we become immortall like the Gods Ioine with me now in this my meane estate I cal it meane because being yet obscure The Nations far remoou'd admyre me not And when my name and honor shall be spread As far as Boreas claps his brazen wings Or faire Botëes sends his cheerefull light Then shalt thou be Competitor with me And sit with Tambulaine in all his maiestie Ther. Not Hermes Prolocutor to the Gods Could vse perswasions more patheticall Tam. Nor are Apollos Oracles more true Then thou shalt find my vaunts substantiall Tec. We are his friends and if the Persean king Should offer present Duke domes to our state We thinke it losse to make exchange for that We are assured of by our friends successe Vsum. And kingdomes at the least we all expect Befides the honor in assured conquestes Where kings shall crouch vnto our conquering swords And hostes of souldiers stand amaz'd at vs When with their fearfull tongues they shall cenfesse Theise are the men that all the world admires Ther. What stronge enchantments tice my yeelding soule Are these resolued noble Scythians But shall I prooue a Traitor to my King Tam. No but the trustie friend of Tamburlaine Ther. Won with thy words conquered with thy looks I yeeld my selfe my men horse to thee To be partaker of thy good or ill As long as life maintaines Theridamas Tam. Theridamas my friend take here my hand Which is as much as if I swore by heauen And calld' the Gods to witnesse of my vow Thus shall my heart be still combinde with thine Vntill our bodies turne to Elements And both our soules aspire celestiall thrones Techelles and Casane welcome him Tech. Welcome renowmed Persean to vs all Cas. Long may theridamas remaine with vs Tam. These are my friends in whō I more reioice Than dooth the King of Persea in his Crowne And by the loue of Pyllades and Orestes Whose statutes we adore in Scythia Thy selfe and them shall neuer part from me Before I crowne you kings in Asia Make much of them gentle Theridamas And they will neuer leaue thee till the death ther. Nor thee nor them thrice noble Tamburlain Shal want my heart to be with gladnes pierc'd To do you honor and securitie Tam. A thousand thankes worthy theridamas And now faire Madam and my noble Lords If you will willingly remaine with me You shall haue herors as your merits be Or els you shall be forc'd with slauerie Agid. We yeeld vnto thee happie Tamburlaine tamb. For you then Maddam I am out of doubt Zeno. I must be pleasde perforce wretched Zenocrate Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 1. Cosroe Menaphon Ortygius Ceneus with other Souldiers Cosroe THus farre are we towards Theridamas And valiant Tamburlaine the man of fame The man that in the forhead of his fortune Beares figures of renowne and myracle But tell me that hast seene him Menaphon What stature wields he and what personage Mena. Of stature tall and straightly fashioned Like his desire lift vpwards and diuine Sa large of lims his ioints so strongly knit Such breadth of shoulders as might mainely beare Olde Atlas burthen twixt his manly pitch A pearle more worth then all the world is plaste Wherein by curious soueraintie of Art Are fixt his piercing instruments of sight Whose fiery cyrcles beare encompassed A heauen of heauenly bodies in their Spheares That guides his steps and actions to the throne Where honor sits inuested royally Pale of complexion wrought in him with passion Thirsting with souerainty with loue
we should aime at such a dignitie ther. I know they would with our perswasions tam. Why then theridamas I le first assay To get the Persean Kingdome to my selfe Then thou for Parthia they for Scythia and Medea And if I prosper all shall be as sure As if the Turke the Pope Affrike and Greece Came creeping to vs with their crownes apace tech. Then shall we send to this triumphing King And bid him battell for his nouell Crowne Vsum. Nay quickly then before his roome be hot tam. T wil prooue a pretie iest in faith my friends the. A iest to chardge on twenty thousand men I iudge the purchase more important far tam. Iudge by thy selfe theridamas not me For presently techelles here shal haste To bid him battaile ere he passe too farre And lose more labor than the gaine will quight Then shalt thou see the Scythian tamburlaine Make but a iest to win the Persean crowne techelles take a thousand horse with thee And bid him turne his back to war with vs That onely made him King to make vs sport We will not steale vpon him cowardly But giue him warning and more warriours Haste the techelles we will follow thee What saith theridamas ther. Goe on for me Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 6. Cosroe Meander Ortygius Menaphon with other Souldiers Cos. VVhat means this diuelish shepheard to aspire With such a Giantly presumption To cast vp hils against the face of heauen And dare the force of angrie Iupiter But as he thrust them vnderneath the hils And prest out fire from their burning iawes So will I send this monstrous slaue to hell Where flames shall euer feed vpon his soule mean Some powers diuine or els infernall mixt Their angry seeds at his conception For he was neuer sprong of humaine race Since with the spirit of his fearefull pride He dares so doubtlesly resolue of rule And by profession be ambitous Ort. What God or Feend or spirit of the earth Or Monster turned to a manly shape Or of what mould or mettel he be made What star or state soeuer gouerne him Let vs put on our meet incountring mindes And in detesting such a diuelish Thiefe In loue of honor defence of right Be arm'd against the hate of such a foe Whether from earth or hell or heauen he grow Cos. Nobly resolu'd my good Ortygius And since we all haue suckt one wholsome aire And with the same proportion of Elements Resolue I hope we are resembled Vowing our loues to equall death and life Let 's cheere our souldiers to incounter him That grieuous image of ingratitude That fiery thirster after Soueraingtie And burne him in the fury of that flame That none can quench but blood and Emperie Resolue my Lords and louing souldiers now To saue your King and country from decay Then strike vp Drum and all the Starres that make The loathsome Circle of my dated life Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart That thus opposeth him against the Gods And scornes the Powers that gouerne Persea Enter to the Battell after the battell enter Cosroe wounded Theridamas tamburlaine Techelles Vsumeasane with others Cos. Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine Thus to depriue me of my crowne and life Treacherous and false theridamas Euen at the morning of my happy state Scarce being seated in my royall throne To worke my downfall and vntimely end An vncouth paine torments my grieued soule And death arrests the organe of my voice Who entring at the breach thy sword hath made Sacks euery vaine and artier of my heart Bloody and insatiate Tamburlain tam. The thirst of raigne and sweetnes of a crown That causde the eldest sonne of heauenly Ops To thrust his doting father from his chaire And place himselfe in the Emperiall heauen Moou'd me to manage armes against they state What better president than mightie Ioue Nature that fram'd vs of foure Elements Warring within our breasts for regiment Doth teach vs all to haue aspyring minds Our soules whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous Architecture of the world And measure euery wandring plannets course Still climing after knowledge infinite And alwaies moouing as the restles Spheares Wils vs to weare our selues and neuer rest Vntil we reach the ripest fruit of all That perfect blisse and sole felicitie The sweet fruition of an earthly crowne Ther. And that made me to ioine with tamburlain For he is grosse and like the massie earth That mooues not vpwards nor by princely deeds Doth meane to soare aboue the highest sort Tec. And that made vs the friends of Tamburlaine To lift our swords against the Persean King Vsum. For as when Ioue did thrust old Saturn down Neptune and Dis gain'd each of them a Crowne So do we hope to raign in Asia If tamburlain be plac'd in Persea Cos. The strangest men that euer nature made I know not how to take their tyrannies My bloodlesse body waxeth chill and colde And with my blood my life slides through my wound My soule begins to take her flight to hell And sommons all my sences to depart The heat and moisture which did feed each other For want of nourishment to feed them both Is drie and cold and now dooth gastly death With greedy tallents gripe my bleeding hart And like a Harpyr tires on my life Theridamas and Tamburlaine I die And fearefull vengeance light vpon you both He takes the Crowne and puts it on tam. Not all the curses which the furies breathe Shall make me leaue so rich a prize as this Teridamas techelles and the rest Who thinke you now is king of Persea All Tamburlaine tamburlaine Tamb. Though Mars himselfe the angrie God of armes And all the earthly Potentates conspire To dispossesse me of this Diadem Yet will I weare it in despight of them As great commander of the Easterne world If you but say that tamburlaine shall raigne Al. Long liue tamburlaine and raigne in Asia tamb. So now it is more surer on my head Than if the Gods had held a Parliament And all pronounst me king of Persea Finis Actus 2. Actus 3. Scaena 1. Baiazeth the kings of Fess. Moroco and Argier with others in great pompe Baiazeth GReat Kings of Barbary and my portly Bassoes We heare the Tartars the Easterne theeues Vnder the conduct of one Tamburlaine Presume a bickering with your Emperour And thinks to rouse vs from our dreadful siege Of the famous Grecian Constantinople You know our Armie is inuincible As many circumcised Turkes we haue And warlike bands of Christians renied As hath the Ocean or the Terrene sea Small drops of water when the Moon begins To ioine in one her semi-circled hornes Yet would we not be brau'd with forrain power Nor raise our siege before the Gretians yeeld Or breathles lie before the citie walles Fess. Renowmed Emperour and mighty Generall What if you sent the Bassoes of your guard To charge him to remaine in Asia Or els to threaten death and deadly armes As
could their nūbers counteruail the stars Or euer drisling drops of Aprill showers Or withered leaues that Autume shaketh downe Yet would the Souldane by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage That not a man should liue to rue their fall Cap. So might your highnesse had you time to sort Your fighting men and raise your royall hoste But tamburlaine by expedition Aduantage takes of your vnreadinesse Soul Let him take all th' aduantages he can Were all the world conspird to fight for him Nay were he Deuill as he is no man Yet in reuenge of faire Zenocrate Whom he detaineth in despight of vs This arme should send him downe to Erebus To shroud his shame in darknes of the night Mess. Pleaseth your mightinesse to vnderstand His resolution far exceedeth all The first day when he pitcheth downe his tentes White is their hew and on his siluer crest A snowy Feather spangled white he beares To signify the mildnesse of his minde That satiate with spoile refuseth blood But when Aurora mounts the second time As red as scarlet is his furniture Then must his kindled wrath bee quencht with blood Not sparing any that can manage armes But if these threats mooue not submission Black are his collours blacke Pauilion His speare his shield his horse his armour plumes And Ietty Feathers menace death and hell Without respect of Sex degree or age He raceth all his foes with fire and sword Soul Mercilesse villaine Pesant ignorant Of lawfull armes or martiall discipline Pillage and murder are his vsuall trades The slaue vsurps the glorious name of war See Capolin the faire Arabian king That hath bene disapointed by this slaue Of my faire daughter and his princely Loue May haue fresh warning to go war with vs And be reueng'd for her dispardgement Actus 4. Scaena 2. Tamburlain Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasane Zenocrate Anippe two Moores drawing Baiazeth in his cage and his wife following him Tamb. BRing out my foot-stoole They take him out of the cage Bai Ye holy Priests of heauenly Mahomet That sacrificing slice and cut your flesh Staining his Altars with your purple blood Make heauen to frowne and euery fired starre To sucke vp poison from the moorish Fens And poure it in this glorious Tyrants throat tam. The chiefest God first moouer of that Spheare Enchac'd with thousands euer shining lamps Will sooner burne the glorious frame of Heauen Then it should so conspire my ouerthrow But Villaine thou that wishest this to me Fall prostrate on the lowe disdainefull earth And be the foot-stoole of great Tamburlain That I may rise into my royall throne Bai. First shalt thou rip my bowels with thy sword And sacrifice my heart to death and hell Before I yeeld to such a slauery tamb. Base villain vassall slaue to Tamburlaine Vnworthy to imbrace or touch the ground That beares the honor of my royall waight Stoop villaine stoope stoope for so he bids That may command thee peecemeale to be torne Or scattered like the lofty Cedar trees Strocke with the voice of thundring Iupiter Bai. Then as I look downe to the damned Feends Feends looke on me and thou dread God of hell With Evan Scepter strike this hatefull earth And make it swallow both of vs at once He gets vp vpon him to his chaire Tamb. Now cleare the triple region of the aire And let the maiestie of heauen beholde Their Scourge and Terrour treade on Emperours Smile Stars that raign'd at my natiuity And dim the brightnesse of their neighbor Lamps Disdaine to borrow light of Cynthia For I the chiefest Lamp of all the earth First rising in the East with milde aspect But fired now in the Meridian line Will send vp fire to your turning Spheares And cause the Sun to borrowe light of you My sword stroke fire from his coat of steele Euen in Bythinia when I took this Turke As when a fiery exhalation Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloude Fighting for passage make the Welkin cracke And casts a flash of lightning to the earth But ere I martch to wealthy Persea Or leaue Damascus and th' Egyptian fields As was the fame of Clymeus brain-sicke sonne That almost brent the Axeltree of heauen So shall our swords our lances and our shot Fill all the aire with fiery meteors Then when the Sky shal waxe as red as blood It shall be said I made it red my selfe To make me think of nought but blood and war Zab. Vnworthy king that by thy crueltie Vnlawfully vsurpest the Persean seat Dar'st thou that neuer saw an Emperour Before thou met my husband in the field Being thy Captiue thus abuse his state Keeping his kingly body in a Cage That rooffes of golde and sun-bright Pallaces Should haue prepar'd to entertaine his Grace And treading him beneath thy loathsome feet Whose feet the kings of Affrica haue kist tech. You must deuise some tormēt worsse my Lord To make these captiues reine their lauish tongues tam. zenocrate looke better to your slaue zen. She is my Handmaids slaue and she shal looke That these abuses flow not from her tongue Chide her Anippe Anip. Let these be warnings for you then my slaue How you abuse the person of the king Or els I sweare to haue you whipt stark nak'd Bai. Great tamburlaine great in my ouerthrow Ambitious pride shall make thee fall as low For treading on the back of Baiazeth That should be horsed on fower mightie kings tam. Thy names and tytles and thy dignities Are fled from Baiazeth and remaine with me That will maintaine it against a world of Kings Put him in againe Bai. Is this a place for mighty Baiazeth Confusion light on him that helps thee thus tam. There whiles he liues shal Baiezeth be kept And where I goe be thus in triumph drawne And thou his wife shalt feed him with the scraps My seruitures shall bring the from my boord For he that giues him other food than this Shall sit by him and starue to death himselfe This is my minde and I will haue it so Not all the Kings and Emperours of the Earth If they would lay their crownes before my feet Shall ransome him or take him from his cage The ages that shall talk of Tamburlain Euen from this day to Platoes wondrous yeare Shall talke how I haue handled Baiazeth These Mores that drew him from Bythinia To faire Damascus where we now remaine Shall lead him with vs wheresoere we goe Techelles and my louing followers Now may we see Damascus lofty towers Like to the shadowes of Pyramides That with their beauties grac'd the Memphion fields The golden stature of their feathered bird That spreads her wings vpon the citie wals Shall not defend it from our battering shot The townes-men maske in silke and cloath of gold And euery house is as a treasurie The men the treasure and the towne is ours Ther. Your tentes of white now pitch'd before the gates And gentle flags of amitie displaid I
doubt not but the Gouernour will yeeld Offering Damascus to your Maiesty Tam. So shall he haue his life and all the rest But if he stay vntil the bloody flag Be once aduanc'd on my vermilion Tent He dies and those that kept vs out so long And when they see me march in black aray With mournfull streamers hanging down their heads Were in that citie all the world contain'd Not one should scape but perish by our swords zen. Yet would you haue some pitie for my sake Because it is my countries and my Fathers Tam. Not for the world Zenocrate if I haue sworn Come bring in the Turke Exeunt Act. 4. Scaena 3 Souldane Arabia Capoline with steaming collor and Souldiers Souldan ME thinks we martch as Meliager did Enuironed with braue Argolian knightes To chace the sauage Caldonian Boare Or Cephalus with lustie The bane youths Against the Woolfe that angrie Themis sent To waste and spoile the sweet Aonian fieldes A monster of fiue hundred thousand heades Compact of Rapine Pyracie and spoile The Scum of men the hate and Scourge of God Raues in Egyptia and annoyeth vs My Lord it is the bloody Tamburlaine A sturdy Felon and a base-bred Thiefe By murder raised to the Persean Crowne That dares controll vs in our Territories To tame the pride of this presumptuous Beast Ioine your Arabians with the Souldans power Let vs vnite our royall bandes in one And hasten to remooue Damascus siege It is a blemish to the Maiestie And high estate of mightie Emperours That such a base vsurping vagabond Should braue a king or weare a princely crowne Ara. Renowmed Souldane haue ye lately heard The ouerthrow of mightie Baiazeth About the confines of Bythinia The slauerie wherewith he persecutes The noble Turke and his great Emperesse Soul I haue and sorrow for his bad successe But noble Lord of great Arabia Be so perswaded that the Souldan is No more dismaide with tidings of his fall Than in the hauen when the Pilot stands And viewes a strangers ship rent in the winds And shiuered against a craggie rocke Yet in compassion of his wretched state A sacred vow to heauen and him I make Confirming it with lbis holy name That Tamburlaine shall rue the day the hower Wherein he wrought such ignominious wrong Vnto the hallowed person of a prince Or kept the faire zenocrate so long As Concubine I feare to feed his lust Ara. Let griefe and furie hasten on reuenge Let Tamburlaine for his offences feele Such plagues as heauen and we can poure on him I long to breake my speare vpon his crest And prooue the waight of his victorious arme For Fame I feare hath bene too prodigall In sounding through the world his partiall praise Soul Capolin hast thou suruaid our powers Cap. Great Emperours of Egypt and Arabia The number of your hostes vnited is A hundred and fifty thousand horse Two hundred thousand foot braue men at armes Couragious and full of hardinesse As frolike as the hunters in the chace Of sauage beastes amid the desart woods Arab. My mind presageth fortunate successe And tamburlaine my spirit doth foresee The vtter ruine of thy men and thee Soul Then reare your standardes let your sounding Drummes Direct our Souldiers to Damascus walles Now Tamburlaine the mightie Souldane comes And leads with him the great Arabian King To dim thy basenesse and obscurity Famous for nothing but for theft and spoile To race and scatter thy inglorious crue Of Scythians and slauish Persians Exeunt Actus 4. Scaena 5. The Banquet and to it commeth Tamburlain al in scarlet Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane the Turke with others Tamb. NOw hang our bloody collours by Damascus Reflexing hewes of blood vpon their heads While they walke quiuering on their citie walles Halfe dead for feare before they feele my wrath Then let vs freely banquet and carouse Full bowles of wine vnto the God of war That meanes to fill your helmets full of golde And make Damascus spoiles as rich to you As was to Iason Colchos golden fleece And now Baiazeth hast thou any stomacke Bai. I such a stomacke cruel tamburlane as I could Willingly feed vpon thy blood-raw hart tam. Nay thine owne is easier to come by plucke out that And t wil serue thee and thy wife Wel zenocrate techelles and the rest fall to your victuals Bai. Fall to and neuer may your meat digest Ye Furies that can maske inuisible Diue to the bottome of Auernas poole And in your hands bring hellish poison vp And squease it in the cup of tamburlain Or winged snakes of Lerna cast your stings And leaue your venoms in this Tyrants dish zab. And may this banquet prooue as omenous As Prognes to th' adulterous Thracian King That fed vpon the substance of his child zen. My Lord how can you suffer these outragious curses By these slaues of yours tam. To let them see diuine zenocrate I glorie in the curses of my foes Hauing the power frō the Emperiall heauen To turne them al vpon their proper heades tech. I pray you giue them leaue Madam this speech is a goodly refreshing to them Ther. But if his highnesse would let them be fed it would doe them more good tam. Sirra why fall you not too are you so daintily brought vp you cannot eat your owne flesh Bai. First legions of deuils shall teare thee in peeces Vsum. Villain knowest thou to whom thou speakest tam. O let him alone here eat sir take it from my swords point or I le thrust it to thy heart He takes it and stamps vpon it ther He stamps it vnder his feet my Lord tam. Take it vp Villaine and eat it or I will make thee slice the brawnes of thy armes into carbonadoes and eat them vsu. Nay t were better he kild his wife then she shall be sure not to be staru'd he be prouided for a moneths victuall before hand tam. Here is my dagger dispatch her while she is fat for if she liue but a while longer shee will fall into a comsumption with freatting and then she will not bee woorth the eating ther. Doost thou think that Mahomet wil suffer this tech. T is like he wil when he cannot let it tam. Go to fal to your meat what not a bit belike he hath not bene watered to day giue him some drinke They giue him water to drinke and he flings it on the ground Faste and welcome sir while hunger make you eat How now zenocrate dooth not the Turke and his wife make a goodly showe at a banquet Zen. Yes my Lord ther Me thinks t is a great deale better than a consort of musicke tam. Yet musicke woulde doe well to cheere vp zenocrate pray thee tel why art thou so sad If thou wilt haue a song the Turke shall straine his voice but why is it Zen. My lord to see my fathers towne besieg'd The countrie wasted where my selfe was borne How can it but afflict my verie soule If any loue remaine
with drums and trumpets Orcanes EGregious Viceroyes of these Eastern parts Plac'd by the issue of great Baiazeth And sacred Lord the mighty Calapine Who liues in Egypt prisoner to that slaue Which kept his father in an yron cage Now haue we martcht from faire Natolia Two hundred leagues and on Danubius banks Our warlike hoste in compleat armour rest Where Sigismond the king of Hungary Should meet our person to conclude a truce What Shall we parle with the Christian Or crosse the streame and meet him in the field Byr. King of Natolia let vs treat of peace We all are glutted with the Christians blood And haue a greater foe to fight against Proud Tamburlaine that now in Asia Neere Guyrons head doth set his conquering feet And means to fire Turky as he goes Gainst him my Lord must you addresse your power Vpibas. Besides king Sigismond hath brought from Christendome More then his Camp of stout Hungarians Sclauonians Almans Rutters Muffes and Danes That with the Holbard Lance and murthering Axe Will hazard that we might with surety hold Though from the shortest Northren Paralell Vast Gruntland compast with the frozen sea Inhabited with tall and sturdy men Gyants as big as hugie Polypheme Millions of Souldiers cut the Artick line Bringing the strength of Europe to these Armes Our Turky blades shal glide through al their throats And make this champion mead a bloody Fen Danubius stream that runs to Trebizon Shall carie wrapt within his scarlet waues As martiall presents to our friends at home The slaughtered bodies of these Christians The Terrene main wherin Danubius fals Shall by this battell be the bloody Sea The wandring Sailers of proud Italy Shall meet those Christians fleeting with the tyde Beating in heaps against their Argoses And make faire Europe mounted on her bull Trapt with the wealth and riches of the world Alight and weare a woful mourning weed Byr. Yet stout Orcanes Prorex of the world Since Tamburlaine hath mustred all his men Marching from Cairon northward with his camp To Alexandria and the frontier townes Meaning to make a conquest of our land T is requisit to parle for a peace With Sigismond the king of Hungary And saue our forces for the hot assaults Proud Tamburlaine intends Natolia Orc. Viceroy of Byron wisely hast thou said My realme the Center of our Empery Once lost All Turkie would be ouerthrowne And for that cause the Christians shall haue peace Slauonians Almains Rutters Muffes and Danes Feare not Orcanes but great Tamburlaine Nor he but Fortune that hath made him great We haue reuolted Grecians Albanees Cicilians Iewes Arabians Turks and Moors Natolians Sorians blacke Egyptians Illicians Thracians and Bythimans Enough to swallow forcelesse Sigismond Yet scarse enough t' encounter Tamburlaine He brings a world of people to the field From Scythia to the Orientall Plage Of India wher raging Lantchidol Beates on the regions with his boysterous blowes That neuer sea-man yet discouered All Asia is in Armes with tamburlaine Euen from the midst of fiery Cancers Tropick To Amazonia vnder Capricorne And thence as far as Archipellago All Affrike is in Armes with tamburlaine Therefore Viceroies the Christians must haue peace Act. 1. Scaena 2 Sigismond Fredericke Baldwine and their traine with drums and trumpets Sigis. ORcanes as our Legates promist thee Wee with our Peeres haue crost Danubius to treat of friēdly peace or deadly war Take which thou wilt for as the Romans vsde stream I here present thee with a naked sword Wilt thou haue war then shake this blade at me If peace restore it to my hands againe And I wil sheath it to confirme the same Orc Stay Sigismond forgetst thou I am he That with the Cannon shooke Vienna walles And made it dance vpon the Continent As when the massy substance of the earth Quiuer about the Axeltree of heauen Forgetst thou that I sent a shower of dartes Mingled with powdered shot and fethered steele So thick vpon the blink-ei'd Burghers heads That thou thy self then County-Pallatine The king of Boheme and the Austrich Duke Sent Herralds out which basely on their knees In all your names desirde a truce of me Forgetst thou that to haue me raise my siege Wagons of gold were set before my tent Stampt with the princely Foule that in her wings Caries the fearfull thunderbolts of Ioue How canst thou think of this and offer war Sig. Vienna was besieg'd and I was there Then County-Pallatine but now a king And what we did was in extremity But now Orcanes view my royall hoste That hides these plaines and seems as vast and wide As dooth the Desart of Arabia To those that stand on Badgeths lofty Tower Or as the Ocean to the Traueiler That restes vpon the snowy Appenines And tell me whether I should stoope so low Or treat of peace with the Natolian king Byr. Kings of Natolia and of Hungarie We came from Turky to confirme a league And not to dare ech other to the field A friendly parle might become ye both Fred. And we from Europe to the same intent Which if your General refuse or scorne Our Tents are pitcht our men stand in array Ready to charge you ere you stir your feet Nat. So prest are we but yet if Sigismond Speake as a friend and stand not vpon tearmes Here is his sword let peace be ratified On these conditions specified before Drawen with aduise of our Ambassadors Sig. Then here I sheath it and giue thee my hand Neuer to draw it out or manage armes Against thy selfe or thy confederates But whilst I liue will be at truce with thee Nat. But Sigismond confirme it with an oath And sweare in sight of heauen and by thy Christ Sig. By him that made the world and sau'd my soule The sonne of God and issue of a Mayd Sweet Iesus Christ I sollemnly protest And vow to keepe this peace inuiolable Nat. By sacred Mahomet the friend of God Whose holy Alcaron remaines with vs Whose glorious body when he left the world Closde in a coffyn mounted vp the aire And hung on stately Mecas Temple roofe I sweare to keepe this truce inuiolable Of whose conditions and our solemne othes Sign'd with our handes each shal retaine a scrowle As memorable witnesse of our league Now Sigismond if any Christian King Encroche vpon the confines of thy realme Send woord Orcanes of Natolia Confirm'd this league beyond Danubius streame And they will trembling sound a quicke retreat So am I fear'd among all Nations Sig. If any heathen potentate or king Inuade Natolia Sigismond will send A hundred thousand horse train'd to the war And backt by stout Lanceres of Germany The strength and sinewes of the imperiall seat Nat. I thank thee Sigismond but when I war All Asia Minor Affrica and Greece Follow my Standard and my thundring Drums Come let vs goe and banquet in our tents I will dispatch chiefe of my army hence To faire Natolia and to Trebizon To stay my comming
those whose Chrisis is as yours Your Artiers which alongst the vaines conuey The liuely spirits which the heart ingenders Are partcht and void of spirit that the soule Wanting those Organnons by which it mooues Can not indure by argument of art Yet if your maiesty may escape this day No doubt but you shal soone recouer all tam. Then will I comfort all my vital parts And liue in spight of death aboue a day Alarme within Mess. My Lord yong Callapine that lately fled from your maiesty hath nowe gathered a fresh Armie and hearing your absence in the field offers to set vpon vs presently Tam. See my Phisitions now how Ioue hath sent A present medicince to recure my paine My looks shall make them flie and might I follow There should not one of all the villaines power Liue to giue offer of another fight Vsum. I ioy my Lord your highnesse is so strong That can endure so well your royall presence Which onely will dismay the enemy Tam. I know it wil Casane draw you slaues In spight of death I will goe show my face Alarme Tam. goes in and comes out againe with al the rest Thus are the villaines cowards fled for feare Like Summers vapours vanisht by the Sun And could I but a while pursue the field That Callapine should be my slaue againe But I perceiue my martial strength is spent In vaine I striue and raile against those powers That meane t' inuest me in a higher throne As much too high for this disdainfull earth Giue me a Map then let me see how much Is left for me to conquer all the world That these my boies may finish all my wantes One brings a Map Here I began to martch towards Persea Along Armenia and the Caspian sea And thence vnto Bythinia where I tooke The Turke and his great Empresse priseners Then martcht I into Egypt and Arabia And here not far from Alexandria Whereas the Terren and the red sea meet Being distant lesse than stil a hundred leagues I meant to cut a channell to them both That men might quickly saile to India From thence to Nubia neere Borno Lake And so along the Ethiopian sea Cutting the Tropicke line of Capricorne I conquered all as far as Zansibar Then by the Northerne part of Affrica I came at last to Graecia and from thence To Asia where I stay against my will Which is from Scythia where I first began Backeward and forwards nere fiue thousand leagues Looke here my boies see what a world of ground Lies westward from the midst of Cancers line Vnto the rising of this earthly globe Whereas the Sun declining from our sight Begins the day with our Antypodes And shall I die and this vnconquered Loe here my sonnes are all the golden Mines Inestimable drugs and precious stones More worth than Asia and the world beside And from th' Antartique Pole Eastward behold As much more land which neuer was descried Wherein are rockes of Pearle that shine as bright As all the Lamps that beautifie the Sky And shal I die and this vnconquered Here louely boies what death forbids my life That let your liues commaund in spight of death Amy. Alas my Lord how should our bleeding harts Wounded and broken with your Highnesse griefe Retaine a thought of ioy or sparke of life Your soul giues essence to our wretched subiects Whose matter is incorporoat in your flesh Cel. Your paines do pierce our soules no hope suruiues For by your life we entertaine our liues tam. But sons this subiect not of force enough To hold the fiery spirit it containes must part imparting his impressions By equall portions into both your breasts My flesh deuided in your precious shapes Shal still retaine my spirit though I die And liue in all your seedes immortally Then now remooue me that I may resigne My place and proper tytle to my sonne First take my Scourge and my imperiall Crowne And mount my royall chariot of estate That I may see thee crown'd before I die Help me my Lords to make my last remooue ther. A woful change my Lord that daunts our thoughts More than the ruine of our proper soules tam. Sit vp my sonne let me see how well Thou wilt become thy fathers maiestie They crowne him Ami With what a flinty bosome should I ioy The breath of life and burthen of my soule If not resolu'd into resolued paines My bodies mortified lineaments should exercise the motions of my heart Pierc'd with the ioy of any dignity O father if the vnrelenting eares Of death and hell be shut against my praiers And that the spightfull influence of heauen Denie my soule fruition of her ioy How should I step or stir my hatefull feete Against the inward powers of my heart Leading a life that onely striues to die And plead in vaine vnpleasing soueranity tam. Let not thy loue exceed thyne honor sonne Nor bar thy mind that magnanimitie That nobly must admit necessity Sit vp my boy and with those silken raines Bridle the steeled stomackes of those Iades ther. My Lord you must obey his maiesty Since Fate commands and proud necessity Amy. Heauens witnes me with what a broken hart And damned spirit I ascend this seat And send my soule before my father die His anguish and his burning agony tam. Now fetch the hearse of faire Zenocrate Let it be plac'd by this my fatall chaire And serue as parcell of my funerall Cas. Then feeles your maiesty no soueraigne ease Nor may our hearts all drown'd in teares of blood Ioy any hope of your recouery tamb. Casane no the Monarke of the earth And eielesse Monster that torments my soule Cannot behold the teares ye shed for me And therefore stil augments his cruelty tech. Then let some God oppose his holy power Against the wrath and tyranny of death That his teare-thyrsty and vnquenched hate May be vpon himselfe reuerberate They bring in the hearse tam Now eies inioy your latest benefite And when my soule hath vertue of your sight Pierce through the coffin and the sheet of gold And glut your longings with a heauen of ioy So raigne my sonne scourge and controlle those slaues Guiding thy chariot with thy Fathers hand As precious is the charge thou vndertak'st As that which Clymens brainsicke sonne did guide When wandring Phoebes Iuory cheeks were scortcht And all the earth like AEtna breathing fire Be warn'd by him then learne with awfull eie To sway a throane as dangerous as his For if thy body thriue not full of thoughtes As pure and fiery as Phyteus beames The nature of these proud rebelling Iades Wil take occasion by the slenderest haire And draw thee peecemeale like Hyppolitus Through rocks more steepe and sharp than Caspian cliftes The nature of thy chariot wil not beare A guide of baser temper than my selfe More then heauens coach the pride of Phaeton Farewell my boies my dearest friends farewel My body feeles my soule dooth weepe to see Your sweet desires depriu'd my company For Tamburlaine the Scourge of God must die Amy. Meet heauen earth here let al things end For earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit And heauen consum'd his choisest liuing fire Let earth and heauen his timelesse death deplore For both their woorths wil equall him no more FINIS
and reuerence euermore haue raign'd Pitie the mariage bed where many a Lord In prime and glorie of his louing ioy Embraceth now with teares of ruth and blood The iealous bodie of his fearfull wife Whose cheekes and hearts so punisht with conceit To thinke thy puisant neuer staied arme Will part their bodies and preuent their soules From heauens of comfort yet their age might beare Now waxe all pale and withered to the death As well for griefe our ruthlesse Gouernour Haue thus refusde the mercie of thy hand Whose scepter Angels kisse and Furies dread As for their liberties their loues or liues O then for these and such as we our selues For vs for infants and for all our bloods That neuer nourisht thought against thy rule Pitie O pitie sacred Emperour The prostrate seruice of this wretched towne And take in signe thereof this gilded wreath Whereto ech man of rule hath giuen his hand And wisht as worthy subiects happy meanes To be inuesters of thy royall browes Euen with the true Egyptian Diadem tam. Virgins in vaine ye labore to preuent That which mine honor sweares shal be perform'd Behold my sword what see you at the point Virg. Nothing but feare and fatall steele my Lord tam. Your fearfull minds are thicke and mistie then For there sits Death there sits imperious Death Keeping his circuit by the slicing edge But I 'am pleasde you shall not see him there He now is seated on my horsmens speares And on their points his fleshlesse bodie feches Techelles straight goe charge a few of them To chardge these Dames and shew my seruant death Sitting in scarlet on their armed speares Omnes O pitie vs tam. Away with them I say and shew them death They take them away I will not spare these proud Egyptians Nor change my Martiall obseruations For all the wealth of Gehons golden waues Or for the loue of Venus would she leaue The angrie God of Armes and lie with me They haue refusde the offer of their liues And know my customes are as peremptory As wrathfull Planets death or destinie Enter Techelles What haue your horsmen shewen the virgins Death tech. They haue my Lord and on Damascus wals Haue hoisted vp their slaughtered carcases tam. A sight as banefull to their soules I think As are Thessalian drugs or Mithradate But goe my Lords put the rest to the sword Exeunt Ah faire Zenocrate diuine Zenocrate Faire is too foule an Epithite for thee That in thy passion for thy countries loue And feare to see thy kingly Fathers harme With haire discheweld wip'st thy watery cheeks And like to Flora in her mornings pride Shaking her siluer treshes in the aire Rain'st on the earth resolued pearle in showers And sprinklest Saphyrs on thy shining face Wher Beauty mother to the Muses sits And comments vollumes with her Yuory pen Taking instructions from thy flowing eies Eies when that Ebena steps to heauen In silence of thy solemn Euenings walk Making the mantle of the richest night The Moone the Planets and the Meteors light There Angels in their christal armours fight A doubtfull battell with my tempted thoughtes For Egypts freedom and the Souldans life His life that so consumes Zenocrate Whose sorrowes lay more siege vnto my saule Than all my Army to Damascus walles And neither Perseans Soueraign nor the Turk Troubled my sences with conceit of foile So much by much as dooth zenocrate What is beauty saith my sufferings then If all the pens that euer poets held Had fed the feeling of their maisters thoughts And euery sweetnes that inspir'd their harts Their minds and muses on admyred theames If all the heauenly Quintessence they still From their immortall flowers of Poesy Wherein as in a myrrour we perceiue The highest reaches of a humaine wit If these had made one Poems period And all combin'd in Beauties worthinesse Yet should ther houer in their restlesse heads One thought one grace one woonder at the least Which into words no vertue can digest But how vnseemly is it for my Sex My discipline of armes and Chiualrie My nature and the terrour of my name To harbour thoughts effeminate and faint Saue onely that in Beauties iust applause With whose instinct the soule of man is toucht And euery warriour that is rapt with loue Of fame of valour and of victory Must needs haue beauty beat on his conceites I thus conceiuing and subduing both That which hath stopt the tempest of the Gods Euen from the fiery spangled vaile of heauen To feele the louely warmth of shepheards flames And martch in cottages of strowed weeds Shal giue the world to note for all my byrth That Vertue solely is the sum of glorie And fashions men with true nobility Who 's within there Enter two or three Hath Baiazeth bene fed to day An. I my Lord tamb. Bring him forth let vs know if the towne be ransackt Enter Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasan others tech The town is ours my Lord and fresh supply Of conquest and of spoile is offered vs tam. That 's wel techelles what 's the newes tech. The Souldan and the Arabian king together Martch on vs with such eager violence As if there were no way but one with vs tam. No more there is not I warrant thee techelles They bring in the Turke ther. We know the victorie is ours my Lord But let vs saue the reuerend Souldans life For faire Zenocrate that so laments his state tamb. That will we chiefly see vnto theridamas For sweet zenocrate whose worthinesse Deserues a conquest ouer euery hart And now my footstoole if I loose the field You hope of libertie and restitution Here let him stay my maysters from the tents Till we haue made vs ready for the field Pray for vs Baiazeth we are going Exeunt Bai. Go neuer to returne with victorie Millions of men encompasse thee about And gore thy body with as many wounds Sharpe forked arrowes light vpon thy horse Furies from the blacke Cocitus lake Breake vp the earth and with their firebrands Enforce thee run vpon the banefull pikes Volleyes of shot pierce through thy charmed Skin And euery bullet dipt in poisoned drugs Or roaring Cannons seuer all thy ioints Making thee mount as high as Eagles soare zab. Let all the swords and Lances in the field Stick in his breast as in their proper roomes At euery pore let blood comme dropping foorth That lingring paines may massacre his heart And madnesse send his damned soule to hell Bai. Ah faire zabina we may curse his power The heauens may frowne the earth for anger quake But such a Star hath influence in his sword As rules the Skies and countermands the Gods More than Cymerian Stix or Distinie And then shall we in this detested guyse With shame with hungar and with horror aie Griping our bowels with retorqued thoughtes And haue no hope to end our extasies zab. Then is there left no Mahomet no God No Feend no Fortune nor no hope of end
To our infamous monstrous slaueries Gape earth and let the Feends infernall view As hell as hoplesse and as full of feare As are the blasted banks of Erebus Where shaking ghosts with euer howling grones Houer about the vgly Ferriman to get a passage to Elisiā why should we liue O wretches beggars slaues Why liue we Baiazeth and build vp neasts So high within the region of the aire By liuing long in this oppression That all the world will see and laugh to scorne The former triumphes of our mightines In this obscure infernall seruitude Bai. O life more loathsome to my vexed thoughts Than noisome parbreak of the Stygian Snakes Which fils the nookes of Hell with standing aire Infecting all the Ghosts with curelesse griefs O dreary Engines of my loathed sight That sees my crowne my honor and my name Thrust vnder yoke and thraldom of a thiefe Why feed ye still on daies accursed beams And sink not quite into my tortur'd soule You see my wife my Queene and Emperesse Brought vp and propped by the hand of fame Queen of fifteene contributory Queens Now throwen to roomes of blacke abiection Smear'd with blots of basest drudgery And Villanesse to shame disdaine and misery Accursed Baiazeth whose words of ruth That would with pity chear zabinas heart And make our soules resolue in ceasles teares Sharp hunger bites vpon and gripes the root From whence the issues of my thoughts doe breake O poore zabina O my Queen my Queen Fetch me some water for my burning breast To coole and comfort me with longer date That in the shortned sequel of my life I may poure foorth my soule into thine armes With words of loue whose moaning entercourse Hath hetherto bin staid with wrath and hate Of our expreslesse band inflictions zab. Sweet Baiazeth I will prolong thy life As long as any blood or sparke of breath Can quench or coole the torments of my griefe She goes out Bai. Now Baiazeth abridge thy banefull daies And beat thy braines out of thy conquer'd head Since other meanes are all forbidden me That may be ministers of my decay O highest Lamp of euerliuing Ioue Accursed day infected with my griefs Hide now thy stained face in endles night And shut the windowes of the lightsome heauens Let vgly darknesse with her rusty coach Engyrt with tempests wrapt in pitchy clouds Smother the earth with neuer fading mistes And let her horses from their nostrels breathe Rebellious winds and dreadfull thunderclaps That in this terrour tamburlaine may liue And my pin'd soule resolu'd in liquid ay May styl excruciate his tormented thoughts Then let the stony dart of sencelesse colde Pierce through the center of my withered heart And make a passage for my loathed life He brains himself against the cage Enter Zabina Zab. What do mine eies behold my husband dead His Skul al riuin in twain his braines dasht out The braines of Baiazeth my Lord and Soueraigne O Baiazeth my husband and my Lord O Baiazet O Turk O Emperor giue him his liquor Not I bring milk and fire and my blood I bring him againe teare me in peeces giue me the sworde with a ball of wildefire vpon it Downe with him downe with him Goe to my child away away away Ah saue that Infant saue him saue him I euen I speake to her the Sun was downe Streamers white Red Blacke here here here Fling the meat in his face Tamburlaine tamburlaine Let the souldiers be buried Hel death tamburlain Hell make ready my Coch my chaire my iewels I come I come I come She runs against the Cage and braines her selfe Zenocrate wyth Anippe Wretched Zenocrate that liuest to see Damascus walles di'd with Egytian blood Thy Fathers subiects and thy countrimen Thy streetes strowed with disseuered iointes of men And wounded bodies gasping yet for life But most accurst to see the Sun-bright troope Of heauenly vyrgins and vnspotted maides Whose lookes might make the angry God of armes To breake his sword and mildly treat of loue On horsmens Lances to be hoisted vp And guiltlesly endure a cruell death For euery fell and stout Tartarian Stead That stampt on others with their thundring hooues When al their riders chardg'd their quiuering speares Began to checke the ground and rain themselues Gazing vpon the beautie of their lookes Ah Tamburlaine wert thou the cause of this That tearm'st Zenocrate thy dearest loue Whose liues were dearer to Zenocrate Than her owne life or ought saue thine owne loue But see another bloody spectacle Ah wretched eies the enemies of my hart How are ye glutted with these grieuous obiects And tell my soule mor tales of bleeding ruth See se Anippe if they breathe or no Anip. No breath nor sence nor motion in them both Ah Madam this their slauery hath Enforc'd And ruthlesse cruelty of Tamburlaine Zen. Earth cast vp fountaines from thy entralles And wet thy cheeks for their vntimely deathes Shake with their waight in signe of feare griefe Blush heauen that gaue them honor at their birth And let them die a death so barbarous Those that are proud of fickle Empery And place their chiefest good in earthly pompe Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse Ah tamburlaine my loue sweet tamburlaine That fights for Scepters and for slippery crownes Behold the Turk and his great Emperesse Thou that in conduct of thy happy stars Sleep'st euery night with conquest on thy browes And yet wouldst shun the wauering turnes of war In feare and feeling of the like distresse Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse Ah myghty Ioue and holy Mahomet Pardon my Loue oh pardon his contempt Of earthly fortune and respect of pitie And let not conquest ruthlesly pursewde Be equally against his life incenst In this great Turk and haplesse Emperesse And pardon me that was not moou'd with ruthe To see them liue so long in misery Ah what may chance to thee zenocrate Anip, Madam content your self and be resolu'd Your Loue hath fortune so at his command That she shall stay and turne her wheele no more As long as life maintaines his mighty arme That fights for honor to adorne your head Enter a Messenger Zen. What other heauie news now brings Philemus Phi. Madam your father and th' Arabian king The first affecter of your excellence Comes now as Turnus gainst Eneas did Armed with lance into the Egyptian fields Ready for battaile gainst my Lord the King Zen. Now shame and duty loue and feare presents A thousand sorrowes to my martyred soule Whom should I wish the fatall victory When my poore pleasures are deuided thus And rackt by dutie from my cursed heart My father and my first betrothed loue Must fight against my life and present loue Wherin the change I vse condemns my faith And makes my deeds infamous through the world But as the Gods to end the Troyans toile Preuent'd Turnus of Lauinia And fatally enricht Eneas loue So for a finall Issue to my griefes To pacifie my countrie and
my loue Must Tamburlaine by their resistlesse powers With vertue of a gentle victorie Conclude a league of honor to my hope Then as the powers deuine haue preordainde With happy safty of my fathers life Send like defence of faire Arabia They sound to the battaile And Tamburlaine enioyes the victory after Arabia enters wounded Ar. What cursed power guides the murthering hands Of this infamous Tyrants souldiers That no escape may saue their enemies Nor fortune keep them selues from victory Lye down Arabia wounded to the death And let Zenocrates faire eies beholde That as for her thou bearst these wretched armes Euen so for her thou diest in these armes Leauing thy blood for witnesse of thy loue zen. Too deare a witnesse for such loue my Lord Behold Zenocrate the cursed obiect Whose Fortunes neuer mastered her griefs Behold her wounded in conceit for thee As much as thy faire body is for me Ar. Then shal I die with full contented heart Hauing beheld deuine Zenocrate Whose sight with ioy would take away my life As now it bringeth sweetnesse to my wound If I had not bin wounded as I am Ah that the deadly panges I suffer now Would lend an howers license to my tongue To make discourse of some sweet accidents Haue chanc'd thy merits in this worthles bondage And that I might be priuy to the state Of thy deseru'd contentment and thy loue But making now a vertue of thy sight To driue all sorrow from my fainting soule Since Death denies me further cause of ioy Depriu'd of care my heart with comfort dies Since thy desired hand shall close mine eies Enter Tamburlain leading the Souldane Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasane with others Tam. Come happy Father of Zenocrate A title higher than thy Souldans name Though my right hand haue thus enthralled thee Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free She that hath calmde the furie of my sword Which had ere this bin bathde in streames of blood As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile Zen: O sight thrice welcome to my ioiful soule To see the king my Father issue safe From dangerous battel of my conquering Loue Soul Wel met my only deare Zenocrate Though with the losse of Egypt and my Crown tam. T was I my lord that gat the victory And therfore grieue not at your ouerthrow Since I shall render all into your hands And ad more strength to your dominions Then euer yet confirm'd th' Egyptian Crown The God of war resignes his roume to me Meaning to make me Generall of the world Ioue viewing me in armes lookes pale and wan Fearing my power should pull him from his throne Where ere I come the fatall sisters sweat And griesly death by running to and fro To doo their ceassles homag to my sword And here in Affrick where it seldom raines Since I arriu'd with my triumphat hoste Haue swelling cloudes drawen from wide gasping woundes Bene oft resolu'd in bloody purple showers A meteor that might terrify the earth And make it quake at euery drop it drinks Millions of soules sit on the bankes of Styx Waiting the back returne of Charons boat Hell and Elisian swarme with ghosts of men That I haue sent from sundry foughten fields To spread my fame through hell and vp to heauen And see my Lord a sight of strange import Emperours and kings lie breathlesse at my feet The Turk and his great Emperesse as it seems Left to themselues while we were at the fight Haue desperatly dispatcht their slauish liues With them Arabia too hath left his life Al sights of power to grace my victory And such are obiects fit for Tamburlaine Wherein as in a mirrour may be seene His honor that consists in sheading blood When men presume to manage armes with him Soul Mighty hath God Mahomet made thy hand Renowmed tamburlain to whom all kings Of force must yeeld their crownes and Emperies And I am pleasde with this my ouerthrow If as beseemes a person of thy state Thou hast with honor vsde Zenocrate tamb. Her state and person wants no pomp you see And for all blot of foule inchastity I record heauen her heauenly selfe is cleare Then let me find no further time to grace Her princely Temples with the Persean crowne But here these kings that on my fortunes wait And haue bene crown'd for prooued worthynesse Euen by this hand that shall establish them Shal now adioining al their hands with mine Inuest her here my Queene of Persea What saith the noble Souldane and Zenocrate Soul I yeeld with thanks and protestations Of endlesse honor to thee for her loue Tamb. Then doubt I not but faire Zenocrate Will soone consent to satisfy vs both Zen. Els should I much forget my self my Lord Ther. Then let vs set the crowne vpon her head That long hath lingred for so high a seat Tech. My hand is ready to performe the deed For now her mariage time shall worke vs rest Vsum. And her 's the crown my Lord help set it on Tam. Then sit thou downe diuine Zenocrate And here we crowne thee Queene of Persea And all the kingdomes and dominions That late the power of Tamburlaine subdewed As Iuno when the Giants were supprest That darted mount aimes at her brother Ioue So lookes my Loue shadowing in her browes Triumphes and Trophees for my victories Or as Latonas daughter bent to armes Adding more courage to my conquering mind To gratify the sweet zenocrate Egyptians Moores and men of Asia From Barbary vnto the Westeme Indie Shall pay a yearly tribute to thy Syre And from the boundes of Affrick to the banks Of Ganges shall his mighty arme extend And now my Lords and louing followers That purchac'd kingdomes by your martiall deeds Cast off your armor put on scarlet roabes Mount vp your royall places of estate Enuironed with troopes of noble men And there make lawes to rule your prouinces Hang vp your weapons on Alcides poste For Tamburlaine takes truce with al the world Thy first betrothed Loue Arabia Shall we with honor as beseemes entombe With this great Turke and his faire Emperesse Then after all these solemne Exequies We wil our celebrated rites of mariage solemnize Finis Actus quinti vltimi huius primae partis Tamburlaine the great THE SECOND PART OF The bloody Conquests of mighty Tamburlaine With his impassionate fury for the death of his Lady and loue faire Zenocrate his fourme of exhortation and discipline to his three sons and the maner of his own death The Prologue THe generall welcomes Tamburlain receiud When he arriued last vpon our stage Hath made our Poet pen his second part Wher death cuts off the progres of his pomp And murdrous Fates throwes al his triumphs down But what became of faire Zenocrate And with how manie cities sacrifice He celebrated her said funerall Himselfe in presence shal vnfold at large Actus 1. Scaena 1. Orcanes king of Natolia Gazellus vice-roy of Byron Vpibassa and their traine
The Bulwarks and the rampiers large and strong With Caualieros and thicke counterforts And roome within to lodge sixe thousand men It must haue priuy ditches countermines And secret issuings to defend the ditch It must haue high Argins and couered waies To keep the bulwark fronts from battery And Parapets to hide the Muscatiers Casemates to place the great Artillery And store of ordinance that from euery flanke May scoure the outward curtaines of the Fort Dismount the Cannon of the aduerse part Murther the Foe and saue their walles from breach When this is learn'd for seruice on the land By plaine and easie demonstration I le teach you how to make the water mount That you may dryfoot martch through lakes pooles Deep riuers hauens creekes and litle seas And make a Fortresse in the raging waues Fenc'd with the concaue of a monstrous rocke Inuincible by nature of the place When this is done then are ye souldiers And worthy sounes of Tamburlain the great Cal. My Lord but this is dangerous to be done We may be slaine or wounded ere we learne tam. Villain art thou the sonne of Tamburlaine And fear'st to die or with a Curtle-axe To hew thy flesh and make a gaping wound Hast thou beheld a peale of ordinance strike A ring of pikes mingled with shot and horse Whose shattered lims being tost as high as heauen Hang in the aire as thicke as sunny motes And canst thou Coward stand in feare of death Hast thou not seene my horsmen charge the foe Shot through the armes cut ouerthwart the hands Dieng their lances with their streaming blood And yet at night carrouse within my tent Filling their empty vaines with aiery wine That being concocted turnes to crimson blood And wilt thou shun the field for feare of woundes View me thy father that hath conquered kings And with his hoste martch round about the earth Quite voide of skars and cleare from any wound That by the warres lost not a dram of blood And see him lance his flesh to teach you all He cuts his arme A wound is nothing be it nere so deepe Blood is the God of Wars rich liuery Now look I like a souldier and this wound As great a grace and maiesty to me As if a chaire of gold enamiled Enchac'd with Diamondes Saphyres Rubies And fairest pearle of welthie India Were mounted here vnder a Canapie And I sat downe cloth'd with the massie robe That late adorn'd the Affrike Potentate Whom I brought bound vnto Damascus walles Come boyes and with your fingers search my wound And in my blood wash all your hands at once While I sit smiling to behold the sight Now my boyes what think you of a wound Cal. I know not what I should think of it Me thinks t is a pitifull sight Cel. T is nothing giue me a wound father Amy. And me another my Lord tam. Come sirra giue me your arme Cel. Here father cut it brauely as you did your own tam. It shall suffice thou darst abide a wound My boy Thou shalt not loose a drop of blood Before we meet the armie of the Turke But then run desperate through the thickest throngs Dreadlesse of blowes of bloody wounds and death And let the burning of Larissa wals My speech of war and this my wound you see Teach you my boyes to beare couragious minds Fit for the followers of great tamburlaine Vsumeasane now come let vs martch Towards Techelles and Theridamas That we haue sent before to fire the townes The towers and cities of these hatefull Turks And hunt that Coward faintheart runaway With that accursed traitor Almeda Til fire and sword haue found them at a bay Vsu. I long to pierce his bowels with my sword That hath betraied my gracious Soueraigne That curst and damned Traitor Almeda Tam. Then let vs see if coward Calapine Dare leuie armes against our puissance That we may tread vpon his captiue necke And treble all his fathers slaueries Exeunt Actus 3. Scaena 1 Techelles Theridamas and their traine Therid. THus haue wee martcht Northwarde from Tamburlaine Vnto the frontier point of Soria And this is Balsera their chiefest hold Wherein is all the treasure of the land tech. Then let vs bring our light Artilery Minions Fauknets and Sakars to the trench Filling the ditches with the walles wide breach And enter in to seaze vpon the gold How say ye Souldiers Shal we not Soul Yes my Lord yes come le ts about it ther. But stay a while summon a parle Drum It may be they will yeeld it quietly Knowing two kings the friend to tamburlain Stand at the walles with such a mighty power Summon the battell Captaine with his wife and sonne Cap. What requier you my maisters ther. Captaine that thou yeeld vp thy hold to vs Cap. To you Why do you thinke me weary of it Tech. Nay Captain thou art weary of thy life If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlain ther. These Pioners of Argier in Affrica Euen in the cannons face shall raise a hill Of earth and fagots higher than thy Fort And ouer thy Argins and couered waies Shal play vpon the bulwarks of thy hold Volleies of ordinance til the breach be made That with his ruine fils vp all the trench And when we enter in not heauen it selfe Shall ransome thee thy wife and family Tech. Captaine these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes That bring fresh water to thy men and thee And lie in trench before thy castle walles That no supply of victuall shall come in Nor issue foorth but they shall die And therefore Captaine yeeld it quietly Cap. Were you that are the friends of Tamburlain Brothers to holy Mahomet himselfe I would not yeeld it therefore doo your worst Raise mounts batter intrench and vndermine Cut off the water all conuoies that can Yet I am resolute and so farewell ther. Pioners away and where I stuck the stake Intrench with those dimensions I prescribed Cast vp the earth towards the castle wall Which til it may defend you labour low And few or none shall perish by their shot Pion. We will my Lord Exeunt Tech. A hundred horse shall scout about the plaines To spie what force comes to relieue the holde Both we theridamas wil intrench our men And with the Iacobs staffe measure the height And distance of the castle from the trench That we may know if our artillery Will carie full point blancke vnto their wals ther. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Along the trench into the battery Where we will haue Galions of sixe foot broad To saue our Cannoniers from musket shot Betwixt which shall our ordinance thunder foorth And with the breaches fall smoake fire and dust The cracke the Ecchoe and the souldiers crie Make deafe the aire and dim the Christall Sky tech. Trumpets and drums alarum presently And souldiers play the men the holds is yours Enter the Captaine with his wife and sonne Olym. Come good my Lord
let vs haste frō hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe No hope is left to saue this conquered hold Cap. A deadly bullet gliding through my side Lies heauy on my heart I cannot liue I feele my liuer pierc'd and all my vaines That there begin and nourish euery part Mangled and torne and all my entrals bath'd In blood that straineth from their orifex Farewell sweet wife sweet son farewell I die Olym. Death whether art thou gone that both we liue Come back again sweet death strike vs both One minute end our daies and one sepulcher Containe our bodies death why comm'st thou not Wel this must be the messenger for thee Now vgly death stretch out thy Sable wings And carie both our soules where his remaines Tell me sweet boie art thou content to die These barbarous Scythians full of cruelty And Moores in whom was neuer pitie found Will hew vs peecemeale put vs to the wheele Or els inuent some torture worse than that Therefore die by thy louing mothers hand Who gently now wil lance thy Iuory throat And quickly rid thee both of paine and life Son Mother dispatch me or I le kil my selfe For think ye I can liue and see him dead Giue me your knife good mother or strike home The Scythiens shall not tyrannise on me Sweet mother strike that I may meet my father She stabs him Olym. Ah sacred Mahomet if this be sin Intreat a pardon of the God of heauen And purge my soule before it come to thee Entert Theridamas Techelles and all their traine ther. How now Madam what are you doing Olim. Killing my selfe as I haue done my sonne Whose body with his fathers I haue burnt Least cruell Scythians should dismember him tech. T was brauely done and like a souldiers wife Thou shalt with vs to Tamburlaine the great Who when he heares how resolute thou wert Wil match thee with a viceroy or a king Olym. My Lord deceast was dearer vnto me Than any Viceroy King or Emperour And for his sake here will I end my daies ther. But Lady goe with vs to Tamburlaine And thou shalt see a man greater than Mahomet In whose high lookes is much more maiesty Than from the Concaue superficies Of Ioues vast pallace the imperiall Orbe Vnto the shining bower where Cynthia sits Like louely thetis in a Christall robe That treadeth Fortune vnderneath his feete And makes the mighty God of armes his slaue On whom death and the fatall sisters waite With naked swords and scarlet liueries Before whom mounted on a Lions backe Rhammusia beares a helmet ful of blood And strowes the way with braines of slaughtered men By whose proud side the vgly furies run Harkening when he shall bid them plague the world Ouer whose zenith cloth'd in windy aire And Eagles wings ioin'd to her feathered breast Fame houereth sounding of her golden Trumpe That to the aduerse poles of that straight line Which measureth the glorious frame of heauen The name of mightie Tamburlain is spread And him faire Lady shall thy eies behold Come Olim Take pitie of a Ladies ruthfull teares That humbly craues vpon her knees to stay And cast her bodie in the burning flame That feeds vpon her sonnes and husbands flesh tech. Madam sooner shall fire consume vs both Then scortch a face so beautiful as this In frame of which Nature hath shewed more skill Than when she gaue eternall Chaos forme Drawing from it the shining Lamps of heauen ther. Madam I am so far in loue with you That you must goe with vs no remedy Olim. Then carie me I care not where you will And let the end of this my fatall iourney Be likewise end to my accursed life tech. No Madam but the beginning of your ioy Come willinglie therfore ther. Souldiers now let vs meet the Generall Who by this time is at Natolia Ready to charge the army of the Turke The gold the siluer and the pearle ye got Rifling this Fort deuide in equall shares This Lady shall haue twice so much againe Out of the coffers of our treasurie Exeunt Actus 3. Scaena 5. Callepine Orcanes Ierusalem Trebizon Soria Almeda with their traine Messenger REnowmed Emperour mighty Callepine Gods great lieftenant ouer all the world Here at Alepo with an hoste of men Lies Tamburlaine this king of Persea In number more than are the quyuering leaues Of Idas forrest where your highnesse hounds With open crie pursues the wounded Stag Who meanes to gyrt Natolias walles with siege Fire the towne and ouerrun the land Cal. My royal army is as great as his That from the bounds of Phrigia to the sea Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waues Couers the hils the valleies and the plaines Viceroies and Peeres of Turky play the men Whet all your swords to mangle Tamburlain His sonnes his Captaines and his followers By Mahomet not one of them shal liue The field wherin this battaile shall be fought For euer terme the Perseans sepulchre In memorie of this our victory Orc. Now he that cals himself the scourge of Ioue The Emperour of the world and earthly God Shal end the warlike progresse he intends And traueile hedlong to the lake of hell Where legions of deuils knowing he must die Here in Natolia by your highnesse hands All brandishing their brands of quenchlesse fire Streching their monstrous pawes grin with their teeth And guard the gates to entertaine his soule Cal. Tel me Viceroies the number of your men And what our Army royall is esteem'd Ier. From Palestina and Ierusalem Of Hebrewes three score thousand fighting men Are come since last we shewed your maiesty Orc. So from Arabia desart and the bounds Of that sweet land whose braue Metropolis Reedified the faire Semyramis Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse Since last we numbred to your Maiesty treb. From trebizon in Asia the lesse Naturalized Turks and stout Bythinians Came to my bands full fifty thousand more That fighting knowes not what retreat doth meane Nor ere returne but with the victory Since last we numbred to your maiesty Sor. Of Sorians from Halla is repair'd And neighbor cities of your highnesse land Ten thousand horse and thirty thousand foot Since last we numbred to your maiestie So that the Army royall is esteem'd Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men Callep. Then welcome Tamburlaine vnto thy death Come puissant Viceroies let vs to the field The Perseans Sepulchre and sacrifice Mountaines of breathlesse men to Mahomet Who now with Ioue opens the firmament To see the slaughter of our enemies Actus 2. Scaena 1. Tamburlaine with his three sonnes Vsumeasane with other Tam. HOw now Casane See a knot of kings Sitting as if they were a telling tidles Vsu. My Lord your presence makes them pale and wan Poore soules they looke as if their deaths were neere tamb. Why so he is Casane I am here But yet I le sane their liues and make them slaues Ye petty kings of Turkye I am come
and proffered for my stay I would not bide the furie of my father When made a victor in these hautie arms He comes and findes his sonnes haue had no shares In all the honors he proposde for vs Cal. Take you the honor I will take my ease My wisedome shall excuse my cowardise I goe into the field before I need Alarme and Amy and Celeb. run in The bullets fly at random where they list And should I goe and kill a thousand men I were as soone rewarded with a shot And sooner far than he that neuer fights And should I goe and do nor harme nor good I might haue harme which all the good I haue Ioin'd with my fathers crowne would neuer cure I le to cardes Perdicas Perd. Here my Lord Cal. Come thou and I wil goe to cardes to driue away the time Per. Content my Lord but what shal we play for Cal. Who shal kisse the fairest of the Turkes Concubines first when my father hath conquered them Per. Agreed yfaith They play Cal. They say I am a coward Perdicas and I feare as litle their tara tantaras their swordes or their cannons as I doe a naked Lady in a net of golde and for feare I should be affraid would put it off and come to bed with me Per. Such a feare my Lord would neuer make yee retire Cal. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battaile once to trie my valour Alarme What a coyle they keepe I beleeue there will be some hurt done anon amongst them Enter Tamburlain Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane Amyras Celebinus leading the Turkish kings Tam. See now ye slaues my childrē stoops your pride And leads your glories sheep-like to the sword Bring them my boyes and tel me if the warres Be not a life that may illustrate Gods And tickle not your Spirits with desire Stil to be train'd in armes and chiualry Amy. Shal we let goe these kings again my Lord To gather greater numbers gainst our power That they may say it is not chance doth this But matchlesse strength and magnanimity tamb. No no Amyras tempt not Fortune so Cherish thy valour stil with fresh supplies And glut it not with stale and daunted foes But wher 's this coward villaine not my sonne But traitor to my name and maiesty He goes in and brings him out Image of sloth and and picture of a slaue The obloquie and skorne of my renowne How may my hart thus fired with mine eies Wounded with shame and kill'd with discontent Shrowd any thought may holde my striuing hands From martiall iustice on thy wretched soule ther. Yet pardon him I pray your Maiesty tech. Vsu. Let al of vs intreat your highnesse pardon tam. Stand vp ye base vnworthy souldiers Know ye not yet the argument of Armes Amy. Good my Lord let him be forgiuen for once And we wil force him to the field hereafter tam. Stand vp my boyes and I wil teach ye arms And what the iealousie of warres must doe O Samarcanda where I breathed first And ioy'd the fire of this martiall flesh Blush blush faire citie at thine honors foile And shame of nature with Iaertis streame Embracing thee with deepest of his loue Can neuer wash from thy distained browes Here Ioue receiue his fainting soule againe A Forme not meet to giue that subiect essence Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlain Wherein an incorporeall spirit mooues Made of the mould whereof of thy selfe consists Which makes me valiant proud ambitious Ready to leuie power against thy throne That I might mooue the turning Spheares of heauē For earth and al this aery region Cannot containe the state of Tamburlaine By Mahomet thy mighty friend I sweare In sending to my issue such a soule Created of the massy dregges of earth The scum and tartar of the Elements Wherein was neither corrage strength or wit But follie sloth and damned idlenesse Thou hast procur'd a greater enemie Than he that darted mountaines at thy head Shaking the burthen mighty Atlas beares Whereat thou trembling hid'st thee in the aire Cloth'd with a pitchy cloud for being seene And now ye cankred curres of Asia That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine Although it shine as brightly as the Sun Now you shal feele the strength of Tamburlain And by the state of his supremacie Approoue the difference twixt himself and you Orc. Thou shewest the difference twixt our selues and thee In this thy barbarous damned tyranny Ier. Thy victories are growne so violent That shortly heauen fild with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies haue made Will poure down blood and fire on thy head Whose scalding drops wil pierce thy seething braines And with our bloods reuenge our bloods on thee Tamb. Villaines these terrours and these tyrannies If tyrannies wars iustice ye repute I execute enioin'd me from aboue To scourge the pride of such as heauen abhors Nor am I made Arch-monark of the world Crown'd and inuested by the hand of Ioue For deeds of bounty or nobility But since I exercise a greater name The Scourge of God and terrour of the world I must apply my selfe to fit those tearmes In war in blood in death in crueltie And plague such Pesants as resisting me The power of heauens eternall maiesty Theridamas techelles and Casane Ransacke the tents and the pauilions Of these proud Turks and take their Concubines Making them burie this effeminate brat For not a common Souldier shall defile His manly fingers with so faint a boy Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent And I le dispose them as it likes me best Meane while take him in Soul We will my Lord Ier O damned monster nay a Feend of Hell Whose cruelties are not so harsh as thine Nor yet imposd with such a bitter hate Orc. Reuenge it Radamanth and Eacus And let your hates extended in his paines Expell the hate wherewith he paines our soules treb. May neuer day giue vertue to his eies Whose sight composde of furie and of fire Doth send such sterne affections to his heart Sor. May neuer spirit vaine or Artier feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart But wanting moisture and remorsefull blood Drie vp with anger and consume with heat tam. Wel bark ye dogs I le bridle al your tongues And bind them close with bits of burnisht steele Downe to the channels of your hatefull throats And with the paines my rigour shall inflict I le make ye roare that earth may eccho foorth The far resounding torments ye sustaine As when an heard of lusty Cymbrian Buls Run mourning round about the Femals misse And stung with furie of their following Fill all the aire with troublous bellowing I will with Engines neuer exercisde Conquer sacke and vtterly consume Your cities and your golden pallaces And with the flames that beat against the clowdes Incense the heauens and make the starres to melt As if they were the teares of Mahomet For hot
suruay his pride Haling him headlong to the lowest hell ther. Your Maiesty must get some byts for these To bridle their contemptuous cursing tongues That like vnruly neuer broken Iades Breake through the hedges of their hateful mouthes And passe their fixed boundes exceedingly Tech. Nay we wil break the hedges of their mouths And pul their kicking colts out of their pastures Vsu Your Maiesty already hath deuisde A meane as fit as may be to restraine These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy Cel. How like you that sir king why speak you not Ier. Ah cruel Brat sprung from a tyrants loines How like his cursed father he begins To practize tauntes and bitter tyrannies Tam. I Turke I tel thee this same Boy is he That must aduaunst in higher pompe than this Rifle the kingdomes I shall leaue vnsackt If Ioue esteeming me too good for earth Raise me to match the faire Aldeboran Aboue the threefold Astracisme of heauen Before I conquere all the triple world New fetch me out the Turkish Concubines I will prefer them for the funerall They haue bestowed on my abortiue sonne The Cōncubines are brought in Where are my common souldiers now that fought So Lion-like vpon Asphaltis plaines Soul Here my Lord Tam. Hold ye tal souldiers take ye Queens apeece I meane such Queens as were kings Concubines Take them deuide them and their iewels too And let them equally serue all your turnes Soul We thank your maiesty tam. Brawle not I warne yon for your lechery For euery man that so offends shall die Ore Iniurious tyrant wilt thou so defame The hatefull fortunes of thy victory To exercise vpon such guiltlesse Dames The violence of thy common Souldiours lust Tam. Liue content then ye slaues and meet not me With troopes of harlots at your sloothful heeles Lad. O pity vs my Lord and saue our honours tam. Are ye not gone ye villaines with your spoiles They run away with the Ladies Ier. O mercilesse infernall cruelty Tam. Saue your honours t were but time indeed Lost long before you knew what honour meant ther. It seemes they meant to conquer vs my Lord And make vs ieasting Pageants for their Trulles tam. And now themselues shal make our Pageant And common souldiers iest with all their Truls Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoiles Till we prepare our martch to Babylon Whether we next make expedition tech. Let vs not be idle then my Lord But presently be prest to conquer it tam. We wil techelles forward then ye Iades Now crowch ye kings of greatest Asia And tremble when ye heare this Scourge wil come That whips downe cities and controwleth crownes Adding their wealth and treasure to my store The Euxine sea North to Natolia The Terrene west the Caspian north north-east And on the south Senus Arabicus Shal al be loden with the martiall spoiles We will conuay with vs to Persea Then shal my natiue city Samarcanda And christall waues of fresh Iaertis streame The pride and beautie of her princely seat Be famous through the furthest continents For there my Pallace royal shal be plac'd Whose shyning Turrets shal dismay the heauens And cast the fame of Ilions Tower to hell Thorow the streets with troops of conquered kings I le ride in golden armour like the Sun And in my helme a triple plume shal spring Spangled with Diamonds dancing in the aire To note me Emperour of the threefold world Like to an almond tree ymounted high Vpon the lofty and celestiall mount Of euery greene Selinus queintly dect With bloomes more white than Hericinas browes Whose tender blossoms tremble euery one At euery litle breath that thorow heauen is blowen Then in my coach like Saturnes royal son Mounted his shining chariots gilt with fire And drawen with princely Eagles through the path Pau'd with bright Christall and enchac'd with starres When all the Gods stand and gazing at his pomp So will I ride through Samarcanda streets Vntil my soule disseuered from this flesh Shall mount the milk-white way and meet him there To Babylon my Lords to Babylon Exeunt Finis Actus quarti Actus 5. Scaena 1. Enter the Gouernour of Babylon vpon the walles with others Gouer. WHat saith Maximus Max. My Lord the breach the enimie hath made Giues such assurance of our ouerthrow That litle hope is left to saue our liues Or hold out citie from the Conquerours hands Then hang out flagges my Lord of humble truce And satisfie the peoples generall praiers That Tamburlains intollorable wrath May be supprest by our submission Gou. Villaine respects thou more thy slauish life Than honor of thy countrie or thy name Is not my life and state as deere to me The citic and my natiue countries weale As any thing of price with thy conceit Haue we not hope for all our battered walles To liue secure and keep his forces out When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis Makes walles a fresh with euery thing that falles Into the liquid substance of his streame More strong than are the gates of death or hel What faintnesse should dismay our courages When we are thus defenc'd against our Foe And haue no terrour but his threatning lookes Enter another kneeling to the Gouernour My Lord if euer you did deed of tuth And now will work a refuge to our liues Offer submission hang vp flags of truce That Tamburlaine may pitie our distresse And vse vs like a louing Conquerour Though this be held his last daies dreadfull siege Wherein he spareth neither man nor child Yet are there Christians of Georgia here Whose state he euer pitied and relieu'd Wil get his pardon if your grace would send Gouer. How is my soule enuironed And this eternisde citie Babylon Fill'd with a packe of faintheart Fugitiues That thus intreat their shame and seruitude Another My Lord if euer you wil win our hearts Yeeld vp the towne saue our wiues and children For I wil cast my selfe from off these walles Or die some death of quickest violence Before I bide the wrath of Tamburlaine Gouer. Villaines cowards Traitors to our state Fall to the earth and pierce the pit of Hel That legions of tormenting spirits may ver Your slauish bosomes with continuall paines I care not nor the towne will neuer yeeld As long as any life is in my breast Enter Theridamas and Techelles with other souldiers Thou desperate Gouernour of Babylon To saue thy life and vs a litle labour Yeeld speedily the citie to our hands Or els be sure thou shalt be forc'd with paines More exquisite than euer Traitor felt Gou. Tyrant I turne the traitor in thy throat And wil defend it in despight of thee Call vp the souldiers to defend these wals tech. Yeeld foolish Gouernour we offer more Than euer yet we did to such proud slaues As durst resist vs till our third daies siege Thou seest vs prest to giue the last assault And that shal bide no more regard of parlie Gou. Assault and spare not we