not tell thee how I'll 165 handle thee, But every common soldier of my camp Shall smile to see thy miserable state. KING OF FEZ. What means the 166 mighty Turkish emperor, To talk with one so base as Tamburlaine? KING OF MOROCCO. Ye Moors and valiant men of Barbary. How can ye suffer these indignities? KING OF ARGIER. Leave words, and let them feel your lances'      points, Which glided through the bowels of the Greeks. BAJAZETH. Well said, my stout contributory kings! Your threefold army and my hugy 167 host Shall swallow up these base-born Persians. TECHELLES. Puissant, renowm'd, 168 and mighty Tamburlaine, Why stay we thus prolonging of 169 their lives? THERIDAMAS. I long to see those crowns won by our swords, That we may rule 170 as kings of Africa. USUMCASANE. What coward would not fight for such a prize? TAMBURLAINE. Fight all courageously, and be you kings:      I speak it, and my words are oracles. BAJAZETH. Zabina, mother of three braver 171 boys Than Hercules, that in his infancy Did pash 172 the jaws of serpents venomous; Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike lance, Their shoulders broad for complete armour fit, Their limbs more large and of a bigger size Than all the brats y-sprung 173 from Typhon's loins; Who, when they come unto their father's age, Will batter turrets with their manly fists;—      Sit here upon this royal chair of state, And on thy head wear my imperial crown, Until I bring this sturdy Tamburlaine And all his captains bound in captive chains. ZABINA. Such good success happen to Bajazeth! TAMBURLAINE. Zenocrate, the loveliest maid alive, Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone, The only paragon of Tamburlaine; Whose eyes are brighter than the lamps of heaven, And speech more pleasant than sweet harmony; That with thy looks canst clear the darken'd sky, And calm the rage of thundering Jupiter; Sit down by her, adorned with my crown, As if thou wert the empress of the world. Stir not, Zenocrate, until thou see Me march victoriously with all my men, Triumphing over him and these his kings, Which I will bring as vassals to thy feet; Till then, take thou my crown, vaunt of my worth, And manage words with her, as we will arms. ZENOCRATE. And may my love, the king of Persia, Return with victory and free from wound! BAJAZETH. Now shalt thou feel the force of Turkish arms, Which lately made all Europe quake for fear. I have of Turks, Arabians, Moors, and Jews, Enough to cover all Bithynia:      Let thousands die; their slaughter'd carcasses Shall 

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