more than this, for all I cannot tell. ALMEDA. How far hence lies the galley, say you? CALLAPINE. Sweet Almeda, scarce half a league from hence. ALMEDA. But need 35 we not be spied going aboard? CALLAPINE. Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill, And crooked bending of a craggy rock, The sails wrapt up, the mast and tacklings down, She lies so close that none can find her out. ALMEDA. I like that well:  but, tell me, my lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word? shall I be made a king for my labour? CALLAPINE. As I am Callapine the emperor, And by the hand of Mahomet I swear, Thou shalt be crown'd a king, and be my mate! ALMEDA. Then here I swear, as I am Almeda, Your keeper under Tamburlaine the Great,      (For that's the style and title I have yet,)      Although he sent a thousand armed men To intercept this haughty enterprize, Yet would I venture to conduct your grace, And die before I brought you back again! CALLAPINE. Thanks, gentle Almeda:  then let us haste, Lest time be past, and lingering let 36 us both. ALMEDA. When you will, my lord:  I am ready. CALLAPINE. Even straight:—and farewell, cursed Tamburlaine! Now go I to revenge my father's death.           [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE III.     

           Enter TAMBURLAINE, ZENOCRATE, and their three sons, CALYPHAS, AMYRAS, and CELEBINUS, with drums and trumpets. TAMBURLAINE. Now, bright Zenocrate, the world's fair eye, Whose beams illuminate the lamps of heaven, Whose cheerful looks do clear the cloudy air, And clothe it in a crystal livery, Now rest thee here on fair Larissa-plains, Where Egypt and the Turkish empire part Between thy sons, that shall be emperors, And every one commander of a world. ZENOCRATE. Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave these arms, And save thy sacred person free from scathe, And dangerous chances of the wrathful war? TAMBURLAINE. When heaven shall cease to move on both the poles, And when the ground, whereon my soldiers march, Shall rise aloft and touch the horned moon; And not before, my sweet Zenocrate. Sit up, and rest thee like a lovely queen. So; now she sits in pomp and majesty, When these, my sons, more precious in mine eyes Than all the wealthy kingdoms I subdu'd, Plac'd by her side, look on their mother's face. But yet methinks their looks are amorous, Not martial as the sons of Tamburlaine:      Water and air, being symboliz'd in one, Argue their want of courage and of wit;      

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