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Fit objects for thy princely eye to pierce.
Enchas'd with precious stones, which shine as bright
CALL. Sweet Almeda, scarce half a league from
ALM. But need we not be spied going aboard?
The sails wrapt up, the mast and tackling down,
ALM. I like that well: but tell me, my lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word? Shall I be made a king for my labour?
CALL. As I am Callapine, the emperor,
And by the hand of Mahomet I swear
Thou shalt be crown'd a king, and be my mate.
CALL. Thanks, gentle Almeda; then let us haste, Lest time be past, and ling'ring let us both.
ALM. When you will, my lord; I am ready.
CALL. Ev'n straight; and farewell, cursed Tam
Now go I to revenge my father's death.
Enter TAMBURLAINE, with ZENOCRATE and his three Sons, CALYPHAS, AMYRAS, and CELEBINUS, with Drums and Trumpets.
TAMB. Now, bright Zenocrate, the world's fair eye,
Now rest thee here on fair Larissa's plains,
ZENO. Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave these arms,
And save thy sacred person free from scathe,
And dang'rous chances of the wrathful war?
TAMB. When heav'n shall cease to move on both the poles,
And when the ground, whereon my soldiers march, Shall rise aloft and touch the horned moon,
And not before, my sweet Zenocrate.
up, and rest thee like a lovely queen ; So, now she sits in pomp and majesty,
When these, my sons, more precious in mine eyes,
Plac'd by her side, look on their mother's face:
Would make me think them bastards not my sons,
ZENO. My gracious lord, they have their mother's looks,
But, when they list, their conq'ring father's heart.
Which, when he tainted with his slender rod,
TAMB. Well done, my boy, thou shalt have shield
Armour of proof, horse, helm, and curtle axe,
If thou wilt love the wars and follow me,
If thou exceed thy elder brothers' worth
And march with such a multitude of men,
As all the world shall tremble at their view.
When I am old and cannot manage arms,
CAL. But while my brothers follow arms, my lord,
you have now enough for me to keep.
TAMB. Bastardly boy, sprung from some coward's loins,
And not the issue of great Tamburlaine ;
Of all the provinces I have subdu'd,
Thou shalt not have a foot unless thou bear
A mind courageous and invincible:
For he shall wear the crown of Persia
Whose head hath deepest scars, whose breast most wounds,
Which being wroth sends lightning from his eyes,
And in the furrows of his frowning brows
Is cover'd with a liquid purple veil
And sprinkled with the brains of slaughter'd men,
ZENO. My lord, such speeches to our princely sons
CEL. No, madam, these are speeches fit for us, For if his chair were in a sea of blood
I would prepare a ship and sail to it,
Ere I would lose the title of a king.
Axy. And I would strive to swim through pools
Or make a bridge of murder'd carcases,
Whose arches should be fram'd with bones of Turks, Ere I would lose the title of a king.
TAMB. Well, lovely boys, ye shall be emp❜rors both, Stretching your conquering arms from East to West; And, sirrah, if you mean to wear a crown, When we shall meet the Turkish deputy And all his viceroys, snatch it from his head,
Superfluities, in the old editions.