willingly feed upon thy blood-raw heart. TAMBURLAINE. Nay, thine own is easier to come by:  pluck out that; and 'twill serve thee and thy wife.—Well, Zenocrate, Techelles, and the rest, fall to your victuals. BAJAZETH. Fall to, and never may your meat digest!—      Ye Furies, that can mask 223 invisible, Dive to the bottom of Avernus' pool, And in your hands bring hellish poison up, And squeeze it in the cup of Tamburlaine! Or, winged snakes of Lerna, cast your stings, And leave your venoms in this tyrant's dish? ZABINA. And may this banquet prove as ominous As Progne's to th' adulterous Thracian king That fed upon the substance of his child! ZENOCRATE. My lord, 224 how can you suffer these Outrageous curses by these slaves of yours? TAMBURLAINE. To let them see, divine Zenocrate, I glory in the curses of my foes, Having the power from the empyreal heaven To turn them all upon their proper heads. TECHELLES. I pray you, give them leave, madam; this speech is a goodly refreshing for them. 225 THERIDAMAS. But, if his highness would let them be fed, it would do them more good. TAMBURLAINE. Sirrah, why fall you not to? are you so daintily brought up, you cannot eat your own flesh? BAJAZETH. First, legions of devils shall tear thee in pieces.       USUMCASANE. Villain, knowest thou to whom thou speakest? TAMBURLAINE. O, let him alone.—Here; 226 eat, sir; take it from 227 my sword's point, or I'll thrust it to thy heart.            [BAJAZETH takes the food, and stamps upon it.]       THERIDAMAS. He stamps it under his feet, my lord. TAMBURLAINE. Take it up, villain, and eat it; or I will make thee slice 228 the brawns of thy arms into carbonadoes and eat them. USUMCASANE. Nay, 'twere better he killed his wife, and then she shall be sure not to be starved, and he be provided for a month's victual beforehand. TAMBURLAINE. Here is my dagger:  despatch her while she is fat; for, if she live but a while longer, she will fall 229 into a consumption with fretting, and then she will not be worth the eating. THERIDAMAS. Dost thou think that Mahomet will suffer this? TECHELLES. 'Tis like he will, when he cannot let 230 it. TAMBURLAINE. Go to; fall to your meat. What, not a bit!—Belike he hath not been watered to-day:  give him some drink.            [They give BAJAZETH water to drink, and he flings it on the ground.]       Fast, and welcome, sir, while 231 hunger make you eat.—How now, Zenocrate! doth not the Turk and his wife make a goodly show at a banquet? ZENOCRATE. Yes, my lord. THERIDAMAS. Methinks 'tis a 

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