mean such queens as were kings' concubines; Take them; divide them, and their 242 jewels too, And let them equally serve all your turns. SOLDIERS. We thank your majesty. TAMBURLAINE. Brawl not, I warn you, for your lechery; For every man that so offends shall die. ORCANES. Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame The hateful fortunes of thy victory, To exercise upon such guiltless dames The violence of thy common soldiers' lust? TAMBURLAINE. Live continent, 243 then, ye slaves, and meet not me With troops of harlots at your slothful heels. CONCUBINES. O, pity us, my lord, and save our honours! TAMBURLAINE. Are ye not gone, ye villains, with your spoils?           [The SOLDIERS run away with the CONCUBINES.]       KING OF JERUSALEM. O, merciless, infernal cruelty! TAMBURLAINE. Save your honours! 'twere but time indeed, Lost long before ye knew what honour meant. THERIDAMAS. It seems they meant to conquer us, my lord, And make us jesting pageants for their trulls. TAMBURLAINE. And now themselves shall make our pageant, And common soldiers jest 244 with all their trulls. Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoils, Till we prepare our march to Babylon, Whither we next make expedition. TECHELLES. Let us not be idle, then, my lord, But presently be prest 245 to conquer it. TAMBURLAINE. We will, Techelles.—Forward, then, ye jades! Now crouch, ye kings of greatest Asia, And tremble, when ye hear this scourge will come That whips down cities and controlleth crowns, Adding their wealth and treasure to my store. The Euxine sea, north to Natolia; The Terrene, 246 west; the Caspian, north northeast; And on the south, Sinus Arabicus; Shall all 247 be loaden with the martial spoils We will convey with us to Persia. Then shall my native city Samarcanda, And crystal waves of fresh Jaertis' 248 stream, The pride and beauty of her princely seat, Be famous through the furthest 249 continents; For there my palace royal shall be plac'd, Whose shining turrets shall dismay the heavens, And cast the fame of Ilion's tower to hell:      Thorough 250 the streets, with troops of conquer'd kings, I'll ride in golden armour like the sun; And in my helm a triple plume shall spring, Spangled with diamonds, dancing in the air, To note me emperor of the three-fold world; Like to an almond-tree 251 y-mounted 252 high Upon the lofty and celestial mount Of ever-green Selinus, 253 quaintly deck'd With blooms more white than Erycina's 254 brows, 255 Whose tender blossoms tremble every one At every little 

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