Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine.—      Usumcasane, now come, let us march Towards Techelles and Theridamas, That we have sent before to fire the towns, The towers and cities of these hateful Turks, And hunt that coward faint-heart runaway, With that accursed 129 traitor Almeda, Till fire and sword have found them at a bay. USUMCASANE. I long to pierce his 130 bowels with my sword, That hath betray'd my gracious sovereign,—      That curs'd and damned traitor Almeda. TAMBURLAINE. Then let us see if coward Callapine Dare levy arms against our puissance, That we may tread upon his captive neck, And treble all his father's slaveries.           [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE III.     

           Enter TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, and their train. THERIDAMAS. Thus have we march'd northward from Tamburlaine, Unto the frontier point 131 of Soria; 132 And this is Balsera, their chiefest hold, Wherein is all the treasure of the land. TECHELLES. Then let us bring our light artillery, Minions, falc'nets, and sakers, 133 to the trench, Filling the ditches with the walls' wide breach, And enter in to seize upon the hold.— 134 How say you, soldiers, shall we not? SOLDIERS. Yes, my lord, yes; come, let's about it. THERIDAMAS. But stay a while; summon a parle, drum. It may be they will yield it quietly, 135 Knowing two kings, the friends 136 to Tamburlaine, Stand at the walls with such a mighty power.           [A parley sounded.—CAPTAIN appears on the walls, with OLYMPIA his wife, and his SON.]       CAPTAIN. What require you, my masters? THERIDAMAS. Captain, that thou yield up thy hold to us. CAPTAIN. To you! why, do you 137 think me weary of it? TECHELLES. Nay, captain, thou art weary of thy life, If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlaine.       THERIDAMAS. These pioners 138 of Argier in Africa, Even in 139 the cannon's face, shall raise a hill Of earth and faggots higher than thy fort, And, over thy argins 140 and cover'd ways, Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold Volleys of ordnance, till the breach be made That with his ruin fills up all the trench; And, when we enter in, not heaven itself Shall ransom thee, thy wife, and family. TECHELLES. Captain, these Moors shall cut the leaden pipes That bring fresh water to thy men and thee, And lie in trench before thy castle-walls, That no supply of victual shall come in, Nor [any] issue forth but they shall die;      

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