matter is the flesh of Tamburlaine, Wherein an incorporeal 199 spirit moves, Made of the mould whereof thyself consists, Which makes me valiant, proud, ambitious, Ready to levy power against thy throne, That I might move the turning spheres of heaven; For earth and all this airy region Cannot contain the state of Tamburlaine.           [Stabs CALYPHAS.]      By Mahomet, thy mighty friend, I swear, In sending to my issue such a soul, Created of the massy dregs of earth, The scum and tartar of the elements, Wherein was neither courage, strength, or wit, But folly, sloth, and damned idleness, Thou hast procur'd a greater enemy      Than he that darted mountains at thy head, Shaking the burden mighty Atlas bears, Whereat thou trembling hidd'st thee in the air, Cloth'd with a pitchy cloud for being seen.— 200 And now, ye canker'd curs of Asia, That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine, Although it shine as brightly as the sun, Now you shall 201 feel the strength of Tamburlaine, And, by the state of his supremacy, Approve 202 the difference 'twixt himself and you. ORCANES. Thou shew'st the difference 'twixt ourselves and thee, In this thy barbarous damned tyranny. KING OF JERUSALEM. Thy victories are grown so violent, That shortly heaven, fill'd with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies have made, Will pour down blood and fire on thy head, Whose scalding drops will pierce thy seething brains, And, with our bloods, revenge our bloods 203 on thee. TAMBURLAINE. Villains, these terrors, and these tyrannies      (If tyrannies war's justice ye repute), I execute, enjoin'd me from above, To scourge the pride of such as Heaven abhors; Nor am I made arch-monarch of the world, Crown'd and invested by the hand of Jove, For deeds of bounty or nobility; But, since I exercise a greater name, The scourge of God and terror of the world, I must apply myself to fit those terms,      In war, in blood, in death, in cruelty, And plague such peasants 204 as resist in 205 me The power of Heaven's eternal majesty.—      Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane, 206 Ransack the tents and the pavilions Of these proud Turks, and take their concubines, Making them bury this effeminate brat; For not a common soldier shall defile His manly fingers with so faint a boy:      Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent, And I'll dispose them as it likes me best.—      Meanwhile, take him in. SOLDIERS. We will, my lord.           [Exeunt with the body of CALYPHAS.]       KING OF JERUSALEM. O damned monster! nay, a fiend of hell, Whose 

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