feet. ORCANES. Our battle, then, in martial manner pitch'd, According to our ancient use, shall bear The figure of the semicircled moon, Whose horns shell sprinkle through the tainted air The poison'd brains of this proud Scythian. CALLAPINE. Well, then, my noble lords, for this my friend That freed me from the bondage of my foe, I think it requisite and honourable To keep my promise and to make him king, That is a gentleman, I know, at least. ALMEDA. That's no matter, 106 sir, for being a king; or Tamburlaine came up of nothing. KING OF JERUSALEM. Your majesty may choose some 'pointed time, Performing all your promise to the full;      'Tis naught for your majesty to give a kingdom. CALLAPINE. Then will I shortly keep my promise, Almeda. ALMEDA. Why, I thank your majesty.           [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE II.     

           Enter TAMBURLAINE and his three sons, CALYPHAS, AMYRAS, and CELEBINUS; USUMCASANE; four ATTENDANTS bearing the hearse of ZENOCRATE, and the drums sounding a doleful march; the town burning. TAMBURLAINE. So burn the turrets of this cursed town, Flame to the highest region of the air, And kindle heaps of exhalations, That, being fiery meteors, may presage Death and destruction to the inhabitants! Over my zenith hang a blazing star, That may endure till heaven be dissolv'd, Fed with the fresh supply of earthly dregs, Threatening a dearth 107 and famine to this land! Flying dragons, lightning, fearful thunder-claps, Singe these fair plains, and make them seem as black As is the island where the Furies mask, Compass'd with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon, Because my dear Zenocrate is dead! CALYPHAS. This pillar, plac'd in memory of her, Where in Arabian, Hebrew, Greek, is writ, THIS TOWN, BEING BURNT BY TAMBURLAINE THE GREAT, FORBIDS THE WORLD TO BUILD IT UP AGAIN. AMYRAS. And here this mournful streamer shall be plac'd, Wrought with the Persian and th' 108 Egyptian arms, To signify she was a princess born, And wife unto the monarch of the East. CELEBINUS. And here this table as a register Of all her virtues and perfections. TAMBURLAINE. And here the picture of Zenocrate, To shew her beauty which the world admir'd; Sweet picture of divine Zenocrate, That, hanging here, will draw the gods from heaven, And cause the stars fix'd in the southern arc,      (Whose lovely faces never any view'd That have not pass'd the 

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