And these that seem but silly country swains -selves, Usum. And making thee and me, Techelles, kings, That even to death will follow Tamburlaine. Tamb. Nobly resolvd, sweet friends and followers! These Lords, perhaps do scorn our estimates, And think we prattle with distempered spirits ; But since they measure our deserts so mean, That in conceit bear empires on our spears, Affecting thoughts coequal with the clouds, They shall be kept our forced followers, Till with their eyes they view us emperors. Zeno. The Gods, defenders of the innocent, Will never prosper your intended drifts, That thus oppress poor friendless passengers. AGYD. I hope our ladies' treasures and our own, May serve for ransom to our liberties : you? Return our mules and empty camels back, pose ourselves, We will report but well of Tamburlaine. TAMB. Disdains Zenocrate to live with me? Or you, my lords, to be my followers Think you I weigh this treasure more than Not all the gold in India's wealthy arms Shall buy the meanest soldier in my train. Zenocrate, lovelier than the love of Jove, Brighter than is the silver Rhodope, Fairer than whitest snow on Scythian hills, Thy person is more worth to Tamburlaine, Than the possession of the Persian crown, Which gracious stars have promis'd at my birth. A hundred Tartars shall attend on thee, Mounted on steeds swifter than Pegasus; Thy garments shall be made of Median silk, Enchas'd with precious jewels of mine own, More rich and valourous than Zenocrate's. With milk-white harts upon an ivory sled, Thou shalt be drawn amidst the frozen pools, And scale the icy mountains' lofty tops, Which with thy beauty will be soon resolv'd. My martial prizes with five hundred men, Won on the fifty-headed Wolga's waves, Shall we offer to Zenocrate, And then myself to fair Zenocrate. TECH. (Aside to Tamb.) What now!-in love? TAMB. (Aside.) Techelles, women must be flatter'd: But this is she with whom I am in love. Enter a SOLDIER. SOLD. News!-News! TAMB. How now?-What's the matter? SOLD. A thousand Persian horsemen are at hand, Sent from the king to overcome us all. TAMB. How now, my lords of Egypt, and Zeno crate! How!--must your jewels be restor❜d again, How say you, Lordings,-is not this your hope? AGYD. We hope yourself will willingly restore them. TAMB. Such hope, such fortune, have the thousand horse. Soft ye, my lords, and sweet Zenocrate! You must be forced from me ere you go. A thousand horsemen !-We five hundred foot!— Their swords enamell'd, and about their necks Hang massy chains of gold, down to the waist, In ev'ry part exceeding brave and rich. TAMB. Then shall we fight courageously with them. Or look you I should play the orator TECH. NO: cowards and faint-hearted runaways Look for orations when the foe is near: Our swords shall play the orator for us. USUM. Come! let us meet them at the mountain foot! And with a sudden and a hot alarum, Open the ways, yet guard the treasure sure! We'll fight five hundred men at arms to one, And 'gainst the general we will lift our swords, TECH. I hear them come; shall we encounter TAMB Keep all your standings and not stir a foot, Myself will bide the danger of the brunt. Enter THERIDAMAS and others. THER. Where is this Scythian Tamburlaine? TAMB. Who seek'st thou, Persian?—I am Tamburlaine. THER. Tamburlaine!-A Scythian shepherd so embellish'd With nature's pride and richest furniture! His looks do menace Heaven and dare the God's: As if he now devis'd some stratagem, TAMB. Noble and mild this Persian seems to be, If outward habit judge the inward man. TECH. His deep affections make him passionate. Art thou but captain of a thousand horse, And Jove himself will stretch his hand from Heaven |