will win our hearts, Yield up the town, and 264 save our wives and children; For I will cast myself from off these walls, Or die some death of quickest violence, Before I bide the wrath of Tamburlaine. GOVERNOR. Villains, cowards, traitors to our state! Fall to the earth, and pierce the pit of hell, That legions of tormenting spirits may vex Your slavish bosoms with continual pains! I care not, nor the town will never yield As long as any life is in my breast. Enter THERIDAMAS and TECHELLES, with SOLDIERS. THERIDAMAS. Thou desperate governor of Babylon, To save thy life, and us a little labour, Yield speedily the city to our hands, Or else be sure thou shalt be forc'd with pains More exquisite than ever traitor felt. GOVERNOR. Tyrant, I turn the traitor in thy throat, And will defend it in despite of thee.—      Call up the soldiers to defend these walls. TECHELLES. Yield, foolish governor; we offer more Than ever yet we did to such proud slaves As durst resist us till our third day's siege. Thou seest us prest 265 to give the last assault, And that shall bide no more regard of parle. 266 GOVERNOR. Assault and spare not; we will never yield.           [Alarms:  and they scale the walls.]            Enter TAMBURLAINE, drawn in his chariot (as before) by the KINGS OF TREBIZON and SORIA; AMYRAS, CELEBINUS, USUMCASANE; ORCANES king of Natolia, and the KING OF JERUSALEM, led by SOLDIERS; 267 and others. TAMBURLAINE. The stately buildings of fair Babylon, Whose lofty pillars, higher than the clouds, Were wont to guide the seaman in the deep, Being carried thither by the cannon's force, Now fill the mouth of Limnasphaltis' lake, And make a bridge unto the batter'd walls. Where Belus, Ninus, and great Alexander Have rode in triumph, triumphs Tamburlaine, Whose chariot-wheels have burst 268 th' Assyrians' bones, Drawn with these kings on heaps of carcasses.      Now in the place, where fair Semiramis, Courted by kings and peers of Asia, Hath trod the measures, 269 do my soldiers march; And in the streets, where brave Assyrian dames Have rid in pomp like rich Saturnia, With furious words and frowning visages My horsemen brandish their unruly blades. Re-enter THERIDAMAS and TECHELLES, bringing in the GOVERNOR OF BABYLON. Who have ye there, my lords? THERIDAMAS. The sturdy governor of Babylon, That made us all the labour for the town, And us'd such slender reckoning of 270 your majesty. TAMBURLAINE. Go, bind the villain; he shall hang in chains Upon the ruins of 

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