birth, That virtue solely is the sum of glory, And fashions men with true nobility.—      Who's within there? Enter ATTENDANTS. Hath Bajazeth been fed to-day? ATTEND. 269 Ay, my lord. TAMBURLAINE. Bring him forth; and let us know if the town be ransacked.            [Exeunt ATTENDANTS.]            Enter TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, USUMCASANE, and others. TECHELLES. The town is ours, my lord, and fresh supply Of conquest and of spoil is offer'd us. TAMBURLAINE. That's well, Techelles. What's the news? TECHELLES. The Soldan and the Arabian king together March on us with 270 such eager violence As if there were no way but one with us. 271 TAMBURLAINE. No more there is not, I warrant thee, Techelles. ATTENDANTS bring in BAJAZETH in his cage, followed by ZABINA. Exeunt ATTENDANTS. THERIDAMAS. We know the victory is ours, my lord; But let us save the reverend Soldan's life For fair Zenocrate that so laments his state. TAMBURLAINE. That will we chiefly see unto, Theridamas, For sweet Zenocrate, whose worthiness Deserves a conquest over every heart.—      And now, my footstool, if I lose the field, You hope of liberty and restitution?—      Here let him stay, my masters, from the tents, Till we have made us ready for the field.—      Pray for us, Bajazeth; we are going.           [Exeunt all except BAJAZETH and ZABINA.]       BAJAZETH. Go, never to return with victory! Millions of men encompass thee about, And gore thy body with as many wounds! Sharp forked arrows light upon thy horse! Furies from the black Cocytus' lake, Break up the earth, and with their fire-brands Enforce thee run upon the baneful pikes! Vollies of shot pierce through thy charmed skin, And every bullet dipt in poison'd drugs! Or roaring cannons sever all thy joints, Making thee mount as high as eagles soar! ZABINA. Let all the swords and lances in the field Stick in his breast as in their proper rooms! At every pore 272 let blood come dropping forth, That lingering pains may massacre his heart, And madness send his damned soul to hell! BAJAZETH. Ah, fair Zabina! we may curse his power, The heavens may frown, the earth for anger quake; But such a star hath influence in 273 his sword As rules the skies and countermands the gods More than Cimmerian Styx or Destiny:      And then shall we in this detested guise, With shame, with hunger, and with horror stay, 274 Griping our bowels with retorqued 275 thoughts, And have no hope to end our ecstasies. ZABINA. Then is there left no Mahomet, no God, No fiend, no fortune, 

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