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Tamb. Villain, art thou the son 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 peal of ordnance strike A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, Whose shatter'd limbs, being tossed as high as heaven, Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes, And canst thou, coward, stand in fear of death! Hast thou not seen my horsemen charge the foe, Shot through the arms, cut overthwart the hands, Dyeing their lances with their streaming blood, And yet at night carouse within my tent, Filling their empty veins with airy wine, That, being concocted, turns to criinson blood, And wilt thou shun the field for fear of wounds! View me, thy father, that hath conquer'd kings, And, with his host, march'd round about the earth, Quite void of scars and clear from any wound, That by the wars lost not a drop of blood, And see bim lance his flesh to teach you all.

[He cuts his arm. A wound is nothing, be it ne'er so deep ; Blood is the god of war's rich livery. Now look I like a soldier, and this wound As great a grace and majesty to me, As if a chair of gold enanelled, Enchas'd with diamonds, sapphires, rubies, And fairest pearl of wealthy India, Were mounted here under a canopy, And I sat down, cloth'd with a massy robe That late adorn'd the Afric potentate, Whom I brought bound unto Damascus' walls. Come, boys, and with your fingers search my wound, And in my blood wash all your hands at once,

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own.

While I sit smiling to behold the sight.
Now, my boys, what think ye of a wound ?
Caly. I know not what I should think of it; me-

thinks 'tis a pitiful sight.
Cel. 'Tis nothing. --Give me a wound, father.
Amy. And me another, my lord.
Tamb. Come, sirrah, give me your arm.
Cel, Here, father, cut it bravely, as you did your

Tamb. It shall suffice thou dar'st abide a wound; My boy, thou shalt not lose a drop of blood Before we meet the army of the Turk ; But then run desperate through the thickest throngs, Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and death ; And let the burning of Larissa-walls, My speech of war, and this my wound you see, Teach you, my boys, to bear courageous minds, Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine.

HE SETS OUT FOR BABYLON.

Act IV., SCENE 4.

Forward, then, ye jades ! Now crouch, ye kings of greatest Asia, And trenible, when ye hear this scourge will come That whips down cities and controlleth crowns, 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, Sinus Arabicus ; Shall all be loaden with the martial spoils We will convey with us to Persia. Then shall my native city Samarcanda,

And crystal waves of fresh Jaertis' stream,
The pride and beauty of her princely seat,
Be famous through the furthest continents ;
For there my palace royal shall be plac'd
Whose shining turrets shall dismay the heavens,
And cast the fanie of Ilion's tower to hell :
Thorough the streets, with troops of conquer'd kings,
l'll ride in golden armour like the sun;
And in my helm a triple plume shall spring,
Spangled with diamonds, dancing in the air,
To note me emperor of the three-fold world;
Like to an almond-tree y-mounted high
Upon the lofty and celestial mount
Of ever-green Selinus, quaintly deck'd
With blooms more white than Erycina's brows,
Whose tender blossoms tremble every one
At every little breath that thorough heaven is blown.
Then in my coach, like Saturn's royal son

unted his shining chariot gilt with fire,
And drawn with princely eagles through the path
Pav'd with bright crystal and enchas'd with stars,
When all the gods stand gazing at his pomp,
So will I ride through Samarcanda streets,
Until my soul, dissever'd from this flesh,
Shall mount the milk-white way, and meet him there.
To Babylon, my lords, to Babylon !

DEATH OF TAMBURLAINE

ACT V., SCENE 3. Tamb. See, my physicians now, how Jove hath

sent A present medicine to recure my pain.

My looks shall make them fly, and might I follow,
There should not one of all the villain's power
Live to give offer of another fight.

Usum. I joy, my lord, your highness is so strong,
That can endure so well your royal presence,
Which only will dismay the enemy.

Tamb. I know it will, Casane. Draw, you slaves ; In spite of death, I will go show my face. [Alarums.-Tamburlaine goes out, and comes in with

the rest.
Tamb. Thus are the villain cowards fled for fear,
Like summer vapours vanished by the sun;
And could I but awhile pursue the field,
That Callapine should be my slave again.
But I perceive my martial strength is spent
In vain I strive and rail against those powers,
That mean to invest me in a higher throne.
As much too high for this disdainful earth.
Give me a map; then let me see how much
Is left for me to conquer all the world,
That these, my boys, may finish all my wants.

[One brings a map.
Here I began to march towards Persia,
Along Armenia and the Caspian Sea,
And thence into Bithynia, where I took
The Turk and his great empress prisoners.
Thence marched I into Egypt and Arabia,
And here, not far from Alexandria,
Whereas the Terrene and the Red Sea meet.
Being distant less than full a huudred leagues,
I meant to cut a channel to thein both,
That men might quickly sail to India.
From thence to Nubia near Borno lako,
And so along the Æthiopian sea.

Cutting the Tropic line of Capricorn,
I conquered all as far as Zanzibar.
Then, by the northern part of Africa,
I came at last to Græcia, and from thence
To Asia, where I stay against my will ;
Which is from Scythia, where I first began,
Backwards and forwards near fire thousand leagnes.
Look here, my boys ; see what a world of ground
Lies westward from the midst of Cancer's line,
Unto the rising of this earthly globe ;
Whereas the sun, declining from our sight,
Begins the day with our Antipodes !
And shall I die, and this unconquered !
Lo, here, my sons, are all the golden mines,
Inestimable drugs and precious stones,
More worth thau Asia and tho world beside ;
And from the Antarctic Pole eastward behold
As much more land, which never was descried,
Wherein are rocks of pearl that shine as bright
As all the lamps that beautify the sky!
And shall I die, and this unconquered !
Here, lovely boys ; what death forbids my life,
That let your lives command in spite of doath.

Amy. Alas, my lord, how should our bloeding hearts,
Wounded and broken with your highness' grief,
Retain a thought of joy or spark of life :
Your soul gives essence to our wretched subjects,
Whose matter is incorporato in your flesh.

Cel. Your pains do pierce our souls; no hope survives, Tor by your life we entertain our lives.

Tamb. But, sops, this subject, not of force enough To bold the fiery spirit it contains, Must part, imparting his impressions By equal portions into both your breasts ;

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