against the Turkish Bajazeth, And let his foes, like flocks of fearful roes Pursu'd by hunters, fly his angry looks, That I may see him issue conqueror! ZABINA. Now, Mahomet, solicit God himself, And make him rain down murdering shot from heaven, To dash the Scythians' brains, and strike them dead, That dare 179 to manage arms with him That offer'd jewels to thy sacred shrine When first he warr'd against the Christians!            [They sound again to the battle within.]       ZENOCRATE. By this the Turks lie weltering in their blood, And Tamburlaine is lord of Africa. ZABINA. Thou art deceiv'd. I heard the trumpets sound As when my emperor overthrew the Greeks, And led them captive into Africa. Straight will I use thee as thy pride deserves; Prepare thyself to live and die my slave. ZENOCRATE. If Mahomet should come from heaven and swear My royal lord is slain or conquered, Yet should he not persuade me otherwise But that he lives and will be conqueror. Re-enter BAJAZETH, pursued by TAMBURLAINE. 180 TAMBURLAINE. Now, king of bassoes, who is conqueror? BAJAZETH. Thou, by the fortune of this damned foil. 181 TAMBURLAINE. Where are your stout contributory kings? Re-enter TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, and USUMCASANE. TECHELLES. We have their crowns; their bodies strow the field. TAMBURLAINE. Each man a crown! why, kingly fought, i'faith. Deliver them into my treasury. ZENOCRATE. Now let me offer to my gracious lord His royal crown again so highly won. TAMBURLAINE. Nay, take the Turkish crown from her, Zenocrate, And crown me emperor of Africa. ZABINA. No, Tamburlaine; though now thou gat 182 the best, Thou shalt not yet be lord of Africa. THERIDAMAS. Give her the crown, Turkess, you were best.            [Takes it from her.]       ZABINA. Injurious villains, thieves, runagates, How dare you thus abuse my majesty? THERIDAMAS. Here, madam, you are empress; she is none.            [Gives it to ZENOCRATE.]       TAMBURLAINE. Not now, Theridamas; her time is past:      The pillars, that have bolster'd up those terms, Are faln in clusters at my conquering feet. ZABINA. Though he be prisoner, he may be ransom'd. TAMBURLAINE. Not all the world shall ransom Bajazeth. BAJAZETH. Ah, fair Zabina! we have lost the field; And never had the Turkish emperor So great a foil by any foreign foe. Now will the Christian miscreants be glad, Ringing with joy their superstitious bells, And making bonfires for my overthrow:      But, ere I die, those foul idolaters Shall make me bonfires with their filthy bones; For, though 

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