territories.           [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE II.     

           Enter CALLAPINE, and ALMEDA his keeper. CALLAPINE. Sweet Almeda, pity the ruthful plight Of Callapine, the son of Bajazeth, Born to be monarch of the western world, Yet here detain'd by cruel Tamburlaine. ALMEDA. My lord, I pity it, and with my heart Wish your release; but he whose wrath is death, My sovereign lord, renowmed 28 Tamburlaine, Forbids you further liberty than this. CALLAPINE. Ah, were I now but half so eloquent      To paint in words what I'll perform in deeds, I know thou wouldst depart from hence with me! ALMEDA. Not for all Afric:  therefore move me not. CALLAPINE. Yet hear me speak, my gentle Almeda. ALMEDA. No speech to that end, by your favour, sir. CALLAPINE. By Cairo 29 runs—       ALMEDA. No talk of running, I tell you, sir. CALLAPINE. A little further, gentle Almeda. ALMEDA. Well, sir, what of this? CALLAPINE. By Cairo runs to Alexandria-bay Darotes' stream, 30 wherein at 31 anchor lies A Turkish galley of my royal fleet, Waiting my coming to the river-side, Hoping by some means I shall be releas'd; Which, when I come aboard, will hoist up sail, And soon put forth into the Terrene 32 sea, Where, 33 'twixt the isles of Cyprus and of Crete, We quickly may in Turkish seas arrive. Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more, Upon their knees, all bid me welcome home. Amongst so many crowns of burnish'd gold, Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command:      A thousand galleys, mann'd with Christian slaves, I freely give thee, which shall cut the Straits, And bring armadoes, from 34 the coasts of Spain, Fraughted with gold of rich America:      The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee, Skilful in music and in amorous lays, As fair as was Pygmalion's ivory girl Or lovely Io metamorphosed:      With naked negroes shall thy coach be drawn, And, as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets, The pavement underneath thy chariot-wheels With Turkey-carpets shall be covered, And cloth of arras hung about the walls, Fit objects for thy princely eye to pierce:      A hundred bassoes, cloth'd in crimson silk, Shall ride before thee on Barbarian steeds; And, when thou goest, a golden canopy Enchas'd with precious stones, which shine as bright As that fair veil that covers all the world, When Phoebus, leaping from his hemisphere, Descendeth downward to th' Antipodes:—      And 

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