all the men in armour under me, Which with my crown I gladly offer thee. TAMBURLAINE. Thanks, king of Morocco:  take your crown again. TECHELLES. And, mighty Tamburlaine, our earthly god, Whose looks make this inferior world to quake, I here present thee with the crown of Fez, And with an host of Moors train'd to the war, 48 Whose coal-black faces make their foes retire, And quake for fear, as if infernal 49 Jove, Meaning to aid thee 50 in these 51 Turkish arms, Should pierce the black circumference of hell, With ugly Furies bearing fiery flags, And millions of his strong 52 tormenting spirits:      ]From strong Tesella unto Biledull All Barbary is unpeopled for thy sake. TAMBURLAINE. Thanks, king of Fez:  take here thy crown again. Your presence, loving friends and fellow-kings, Makes me to surfeit in conceiving joy:      If all the crystal gates of Jove's high court Were open'd wide, and I might enter in To see the state and majesty of heaven, It could not more delight me than your sight. Now will we banquet on these plains a while, And after march to Turkey with our camp, In number more than are the drops that fall When Boreas rents a thousand swelling clouds; And proud Orcanes of Natolia With all his viceroys shall be so afraid, That, though the stones, as at Deucalion's flood, Were turn'd to men, he should be overcome. Such lavish will I make of Turkish blood, That Jove shall send his winged messenger To bid me sheathe my sword and leave the field; The sun, unable to sustain the sight, Shall hide his head in Thetis' watery lap, And leave his steeds to fair Bootes' 53 charge; For half the world shall perish in this fight. But now, my friends, let me examine ye; How have ye spent your absent time from me? USUMCASANE. My lord, our men of Barbary have march'd Four hundred miles with armour on their backs, And lain in leaguer 54 fifteen months and more;      For, since we left you at the Soldan's court, We have subdu'd the southern Guallatia, And all the land unto the coast of Spain; We kept the narrow Strait of Jubalter, 55 And made Canaria call us kings and lords:      Yet never did they recreate themselves, Or cease one day from war and hot alarms; And therefore let them rest a while, my lord. TAMBURLAINE. They shall, Casane, and 'tis time, i'faith. TECHELLES. And I have march'd along the river Nile To Machda, where the mighty Christian priest, Call'd John the Great, 56 sits in a milk-white robe, Whose triple mitre I did take by force, And made him swear obedience to my crown.     

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