breath that thorough heaven 256 is blown. Then in my coach, like Saturn's royal son Mounted his shining chariot 257 gilt with fire, And drawn with princely eagles through the path Pav'd with bright crystal and enchas'd with stars, When all the gods stand gazing at his pomp, So will I ride through Samarcanda-streets, Until my soul, dissever'd from this flesh, Shall mount the milk-white way, and meet him there. To Babylon, my lords, to Babylon!           [Exeunt.] 

  

       ACT V.     

  

       SCENE I.     

           Enter the GOVERNOR OF BABYLON, MAXIMUS, and others, upon the walls. GOVERNOR. What saith Maximus? MAXIMUS. My lord, the breach the enemy hath made Gives such assurance of our overthrow, That little hope is left to save our lives, Or hold our city from the conqueror's hands. Then hang out 258 flags, my lord, of humble truce, And satisfy the people's general prayers, That Tamburlaine's intolerable wrath May be suppress'd by our submission. GOVERNOR. Villain, respect'st thou 259 more thy slavish life Than honour of thy country or thy name?      Is not my life and state as dear to me, The city and my native country's weal, As any thing of 260 price with thy conceit? Have we not hope, for all our batter'd walls, To live secure and keep his forces out, When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis Makes walls a-fresh with every thing that falls Into the liquid substance of his stream, More strong than are the gates of death or hell? What faintness should dismay our courages, When we are thus defenc'd against our foe, And have no terror but his threatening looks? Enter, above, a CITIZEN, who kneels to the GOVERNOR. CITIZEN. My lord, if ever you did deed of ruth,      And now will work a refuge to our lives, Offer submission, hang up flags of truce, That Tamburlaine may pity our distress, And use us like a loving conqueror. Though this be held his last day's dreadful siege, Wherein he spareth neither man nor child, Yet are there Christians of Georgia here, Whose state he 261 ever pitied and reliev'd, Will get his pardon, if your grace would send. GOVERNOR. How 262 is my soul environed! And this eterniz'd 263 city Babylon Fill'd with a pack of faint-heart fugitives That thus entreat their shame and servitude! Enter, above, a SECOND CITIZEN. SECOND CITIZEN. My lord, if ever you 

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