To spy what force comes to relieve the hold. Ther. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Tech. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently; And, soldiers, play the men; the hold is yours ! [Ereunt. Alarums. Re-enter the CAPTAIN, with OLYMPIA, and his Son. Olym. Come, good, my lord, and let us haste from hence Along the cave that leads beyond the foe; No hope is left to save this conquer'd hold. Capt. A deadly bullet, gliding through my side, Lies heavy at my heart; I cannot live. I feel my liver pierc'd, and all my veins, That there begin and nourish every part, Mangled and torn, and all my entrails bath'd In blood that straineth from their orifice. Farewell, sweet wife ! sweet son, farewell! I die! [He dies. OLYM. Death, whither art thou gone, that both we live? Come back again, sweet Death, and strike us both! One minute end our days! and one sepulchre Contain our bodies ! Death, why com’st thou not? Well, this must be the messenger for thee: Now, ugly Death, stretch out thy sable wings, And carry both our souls where his remains. Tell me, sweet boy, art thou content to die? These barb'rous Scythians, full of cruelty, And Moors, in whom was never pity found, Will hew us piecemeal, put us to the wheel, And else invent some torture worse than that; Therefore die by thy loving mother's hand, Who gently now will lance thy iv'ry throat, And quickly rid thee both of pain and life. Son. Mother despatch me, or I'll kill myself; For think you I can live and see him dead ? Give me your knife, good mother, or strike home: The Scythians shall not tyrannize on me. Sweet mother, strike, that I may see my father. [She stabs him, and he dies. OLYM. Ah, sacred Mahomet, if this be sin, Entreat a pardon of the God of heaven, And purge my soul before it come to thee. [She burns the bodies of her husband und son, and then attempts to kill herself. Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and all their Train. THER. How now, madam, what are you doing? Thou shalt with us to Tamburlaine the Great, THER. But, lady, go with us to Tamburlaine, Of Jove's vast palace, the empyreal orb, And strews the way with brains of slaughter'd men ; Heark'ning when he shall bid them plague the world; And eagle's wings join'd to her feather'd breast, TECH. Madam, sooner shall fire consume us both, Than scorch a face so beautiful as this, In frame of which Nature hath show'd more skill Drawing from it the shining lamps of heaven. OLYM. Then carry me, I care not, where you will, And let the end of this my fatal journey Be likewise end to my accursed life. TECH. No, madam, but the beginning of your joy: Come willingly therefore. THER. Soldiers, now let us meet the general, Who by this time is at Natolia, Ready to charge the army of the Turk. The gold and silver, and the pearl, ye got, Rifling this fort, divide in equal shares: SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Enter CALLAPINE, ORCANES, ALMEDA, and the (In numbers more than are the quiv'ring leaves CALL. My royal army is as great as his, In memory of this our victory! ORC. Now, he that calls himself the scourge of |