knees to stay, And cast her body in the burning flame That feeds upon her son's and husband's flesh. TECHELLES. Madam, sooner shall fire consume us both Than scorch a face so beautiful as this, In frame of which Nature hath shew'd more skill Than when she gave eternal chaos form, Drawing from it the shining lamps of heaven. THERIDAMAS. Madam, I am so far in love with you, That you must go with us:  no remedy. OLYMPIA. Then carry me, I care not, where you will, And let the end of this my fatal journey Be likewise end to my accursed life. TECHELLES. No, madam, but the 153 beginning of your joy:      Come willingly therefore. THERIDAMAS. Soldiers, now let us meet the general, Who by this time is at Natolia, Ready to charge the army of the Turk. The gold and 154 silver, and the pearl, ye got, Rifling this fort, divide in equal shares:      This lady shall have twice so much again Out of the coffers of our treasury.           [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE V.     

           Enter CALLAPINE, ORCANES, the KINGS OF JERUSALEM, TREBIZON, and SORIA, with their train, ALMEDA, and a MESSENGER. MESSENGER. Renowmed 155 emperor, mighty 156 Callapine, God's great lieutenant over all the world, Here at Aleppo, with an host of men, Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persia,      (In number more than are the 157 quivering leaves Of Ida's forest, where your highness' hounds With open cry pursue the wounded stag,)      Who means to girt Natolia's walls with siege, Fire the town, and over-run the land. CALLAPINE. My royal army is as great as his, That, from the bounds of Phrygia to the sea Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waves, Covers the hills, the valleys, and the plains. Viceroys and peers of Turkey, play the men; Whet all your 158 swords to mangle Tamburlaine, His sons, his captains, and his followers:      By Mahomet, not one of them shall live! The field wherein this battle shall be fought For ever term'd 159 the Persians' sepulchre, In memory of this our victory. ORCANES. Now he that calls himself the 160 scourge of Jove, The emperor of the world, and earthly god, Shall end the warlike progress he intends, And travel headlong to the lake of hell, Where legions of devils (knowing he must die Here in Natolia by your 161 highness' hands), All brandishing their 162 brands of quenchless fire, Stretching their monstrous paws, grin with 163 their teeth, And guard the gates 

 Prev. P 28/89 next