PERDICAS. Agreed, i'faith.           [They play.]       CALYPHAS. They say I am a coward, Perdicas, and I fear as little their taratantaras, their swords, or their cannons as I do a naked lady in a net of gold, and, for fear I should be afraid, would put it off and come to bed with me. PERDICAS. Such a fear, my lord, would never make ye retire. CALYPHAS. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battle once, to try my valour!  [Alarms within.]      What a coil they keep! I believe there will be some hurt done anon amongst them. Enter TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, USUMCASANE; AMYRAS and CELEBINUS leading in ORCANES, and the KINGS OF JERUSALEM, TREBIZON, and SORIA; and SOLDIERS. TAMBURLAINE. See now, ye 188 slaves, my children stoop your pride, 189 And lead your bodies 190 sheep-like to the sword!—      Bring them, my boys, and tell me if the wars Be not a life that may illustrate gods, And tickle not your spirits with desire Still to be train'd in arms and chivalry? AMYRAS. Shall we let go these kings again, my lord, To gather greater numbers 'gainst our power, That they may say, it is not chance doth this, But matchless strength and magnanimity? TAMBURLAINE. No, no, Amyras; tempt not Fortune so:      Cherish thy valour still with fresh supplies, And glut it not with stale and daunted foes. But where's this coward villain, not my son, But traitor to my name and majesty?           [He goes in and brings CALYPHAS out.]      Image of sloth, and picture of a slave, The obloquy and scorn of my renown! How may my heart, thus fired with mine 191 eyes, Wounded with shame and kill'd with discontent, Shroud any thought may 192 hold my striving hands      ]From martial justice on thy wretched soul? THERIDAMAS. Yet pardon him, I pray your majesty. TECHELLES and USUMCASANE. Let all of us entreat your highness' pardon. TAMBURLAINE. Stand up, 193 ye base, unworthy soldiers! Know ye not yet the argument of arms? AMYRAS. Good my lord, let him be forgiven for once, 194 And we will force him to the field hereafter. TAMBURLAINE. Stand up, my boys, and I will teach ye arms, And what the jealousy of wars must do.—      O Samarcanda, where I breathed first, And joy'd the fire of this martial 195 flesh, Blush, blush, fair city, at thine 196 honour's foil, And shame of nature, which 197 Jaertis' 198 stream, Embracing thee with deepest of his love, Can never wash from thy distained brows!—      Here, Jove, receive his fainting soul again; A form not meet to give that subject essence Whose 

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