this conquer'd town.—      Sirrah, the view of our vermilion tents      (Which threaten'd more than if the region Next underneath the element of fire Were full of comets and of blazing stars, Whose flaming trains should reach down to the earth)      Could not affright you; no, nor I myself, The wrathful messenger of mighty Jove, That with his sword hath quail'd all earthly kings, Could not persuade you to submission, But still the ports 271 were shut:  villain, I say, Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell, The triple-headed Cerberus would howl, And make 272 black Jove to crouch and kneel to me; But I have sent volleys of shot to you,      Yet could not enter till the breach was made. GOVERNOR. Nor, if my body could have stopt the breach, Shouldst thou have enter'd, cruel Tamburlaine.      'Tis not thy bloody tents can make me yield, Nor yet thyself, the anger of the Highest; For, though thy cannon shook the city-walls, 273 My heart did never quake, or courage faint. TAMBURLAINE. Well, now I'll make it quake.—Go draw him 274 up, Hang him in 275 chains upon the city-walls, And let my soldiers shoot the slave to death. GOVERNOR. Vile monster, born of some infernal hag, And sent from hell to tyrannize on earth, Do all thy worst; nor death, nor Tamburlaine,      Torture, or pain, can daunt my dreadless mind. TAMBURLAINE. Up with him, then! his body shall be scar'd. 276 GOVERNOR. But, Tamburlaine, in Limnasphaltis' lake There lies more gold than Babylon is worth, Which, when the city was besieg'd, I hid:      Save but my life, and I will give it thee. TAMBURLAINE. Then, for all your valour, you would save your life? Whereabout lies it? GOVERNOR. Under a hollow bank, right opposite Against the western gate of Babylon. TAMBURLAINE. Go thither, some of you, and take his gold:—           [Exeunt some ATTENDANTS.]      The rest forward with execution. Away with him hence, let him speak no more.—      I think I make your courage something quail.—           [Exeunt ATTENDANTS with the GOVERNOR or BABYLON.]      When this is done, we'll march from Babylon, And make our greatest haste to Persia. These jades are broken-winded and half-tir'd; Unharness them, and let me have fresh horse.           [ATTENDANTS unharness the KINGS or TREBIZON and SORIA]      So; now their best is done to honour me, Take them and hang them both up presently. KING OF TREBIZON. Vile 277 tyrant! barbarous bloody Tamburlaine! TAMBURLAINE. Take them away, Theridamas; see them despatch'd. THERIDAMAS. I will, my lord.           [Exit with the KINGS or TREBIZON and 

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