THERIDAMAS. Why gave you not your husband some of it, If you lov'd him, and it so precious? OLYMPIA. My purpose was, my lord, to spend it so, But was prevented by his sudden end; And for a present easy proof thereof, 220 That I dissemble not, try it on me. THERIDAMAS. I will, Olympia, and will 221 keep it for The richest present of this eastern world.           [She anoints her throat. 222]       OLYMPIA. Now stab, my lord, and mark your weapon's point, That will be blunted if the blow be great. THERIDAMAS. Here, then, Olympia.—           [Stabs her.]      What, have I slain her? Villain, stab thyself! Cut off this arm that at murdered my 223 love, In whom the learned Rabbis of this age Might find as many wondrous miracles As in the theoria of the world! Now hell is fairer than Elysium; 224 A greater lamp than that bright eye of heaven,      ]From whence the stars do borrow 225 all their light, Wanders about the black circumference; And now the damned souls are free from pain, For every Fury gazeth on her looks; Infernal Dis is courting of my love, Inventing masks and stately shows for her, Opening the doors of his rich treasury To entertain this queen of chastity; Whose body shall be tomb'd with all the pomp The treasure of my 226 kingdom may afford.           [Exit with the body.] 

  

       SCENE III.     

           Enter TAMBURLAINE, drawn in his chariot by the KINGS OF TREBIZON and SORIA, 227 with bits in their mouths, reins in his 228 left hand, and in his right hand a whip with which he scourgeth them; AMYRAS, CELEBINUS, TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, USUMCASANE; ORCANES king of Natolia, and the KING OF JERUSALEM, led by five 229 or six common SOLDIERS; and other SOLDIERS. TAMBURLAINE. Holla, ye pamper'd jades of Asia! 230      What, can ye draw but twenty miles a-day, And have so proud a chariot at your heels, And such a coachman as great Tamburlaine, But from Asphaltis, where I conquer'd you, To Byron here, where thus I honour you? The horse that guide the golden eye of heaven, And blow the morning from their nostrils, 231 Making their fiery gait above the clouds, Are not so honour'd in 232 their governor As you, ye slaves, in mighty Tamburlaine. The headstrong jades of Thrace Alcides tam'd, That King Aegeus fed with human flesh, And made so wanton that they knew their strengths, Were not subdu'd with valour more divine Than you by this 

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