Shall pay a yearly tribute to thy sire: Cast off your armour, put on scarlet robes, And there make laws to rule your provinces. Thy first-betrothed love, Arabia, ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I. Orcanes, King of Natolia, Gazellus, Viceroy of Byron, Uribassa, and their Train, with drums and trumpets. Orc. Egregious viceroys of these eastern Placed by the issue of great Bajazet, Our warlike host, in complete armour, rest, What! Shall we parle with the Christian? Or cross the stream, and meet him in the field? Gaz. King of Natolia, let us treat of peace; We all are glutted with the Christians' blood, | And have a greater foe to fight against,Proud Tamburlaine, that, now in Asia, Near Guyron's head doth set his conq'ring feet, And means to fire Turkey as he goes. 'Gainst him, my lord, you must address your power. Uri. Besides, King Sigismund hath brought from Christendom, More than his camp of stout Hungarians,Sclavonians, Almains, Rutters, Muffes, and Danes, That with the halberd, lance, and murdering axe, Will hazard that we might with surety hold. Vast Grantland, compassed with the Frozen (Inhabited with tall and sturdy men, arms, Our Turkey blades shall glide through all And make this champion mead a bloody fen. Beating in heaps against their Argosies, Alight, and wear a woeful mourning weed. He brings a world of people to the field, That never seaman yet discovered. To Amazonia under Capricorn; Enter Sigismund, Frederick, Baldwin, and Sig. Orcanes, (as our legates promised thee,) We, with our peers, have crossed Danubius' stream, To treat of friendly peace or deadly war. Take which thou wilt, for as the Romans used, I here present thee with a naked sword; If peace, restore it to my hands again, Since Tamburlaine hath mustered all his That with the cannon shook Vienna wall, men, Marching from Cairo northward with his As when the massy substance of the earth camp, To Alexandria, and the frontier towns, With Sigismund, the king of Hungary, Quivers about the axle-tree of heaven? So thick upon the blink-eyed burghers' That thou thyself, then County Palatine, Orc. Viceroy of Byron, wisely hast thou The King of Boheme, and the Austrick said. My realm, the centre of our empery, Sclavonians, Almains, Rutters, Muffes, and Fear not Orcanes, but great Tamburlaine; We have revolted Grecians, Albanese, Duke, Sent heralds out, which basely on their knees In all your names desired a truce of me? Forget'st thou, that to have me raise my siege, Waggons of gold were set before my tents, Stampt with the princely fowl, that in her wings, Carries the fearful thunderbolts of Jove? How canst thou think of this, and offer war? Sig. Vienna was besieged, and I was Then County Palatine, but now a king, That hides these plains, and seems as vast Invade Natolia, Sigismund will send and wide, As doth the desert of Arabia To those that stand on Bagdad's lofty tower; Or as the ocean, to the traveller That rests upon the snowy Apennines; And tell me whether I should stoop so low, As treat of peace with the Natolian king. Gaz. Kings of Natolia and of Hungary, We came from Turkey to confirm a league, And not to dare each other to the field. A friendly parle might become you both. Fred. And we from Europe, to the same intent, Which if your general refuse or scorn, Our tents are pitched, our men stand in array, Ready to charge you ere you stir your feet. Ori. So prest are we; but yet, if Sigismund Speak as a friend, and stand not upon terms, Sig. Then here I sheathe it, and give thee my hand, Never to draw it out, or manage arms And swear in sight of heaven and by thy Sig. By him that made the world and saved my soul, The Son of God and issue of a maid, Orc. By sacred Mahomet, the friend of Whose holy Alcoran remains with us, Whose glorious body, when he left the world, Closed in a coffin mounted up the air, And hung on stately Mecca's temple-roof, I swear to keep this truce inviolable; Of whose conditions and our solemn oaths, Signed with our hands, each shall retain a scroll As memorable witness of our league. Confirmed this league beyond Danubius' stream, And they will, trembling, sound a quick retreat; So am I feared among all nations. Sig. If any heathen potentate or king A hundred thousand horse trained to the war, And backed by stout lanciers of Germany, The strength and sinews of the Imperial seat. Orc. I thank thee, Sigismund; but, when I war, All Asia Minor, Africa, and Greece, Come, let us go and banquet in our tents; To stay my coming 'gainst proud Tamburlaine. Friend Sigismund, and peers of Hungary, Come, banquet and carouse with us a while, And then depart we to our territories. SCENE II. [Excunt. Call. Sweet Almeda, pity the ruthful plight Of Callapine, the son of Bajazet, Born to be monarch of the western world, Yet here detained by cruel Tamburlaine. Alm. My lord, I pity it, and with all my heart Wish your release; but he whose wrath is death, My sovereign lord, renowned Tamburlaine, Forbids you farther liberty than this. Call. Ah, were I now but half so eloquent To paint in words what I'll perform in deeds, I know thou would'st depart from hence with me. Alm. Not for all Afric: therefore move me not. Call. Yet hear me speak, my gentle Almeda. Alm. No speech to that end, by your favour, sir. Call. By Cairo runs Alm. No talk of running, I tell you, sir. Call. A little farther, gentle Almeda. Alm. Well, sir, what of this? Call. By Cairo runs to Alexandria bay Darote's streams, wherein at anchor lies A Turkish galley of my royal fleet, Waiting my coming to the river side, Hoping by some means I shall be released, Which, when I come aboard, will hoist up sail, And soon put forth into the Terrene sea, Where, '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 burnished gold, Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command; A thousand galleys, manned with Christian slaves, I freely give thee, which shall cut the straits, 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, As that fair veil that covers all the world, When Phoebus, leaping from the hemisphere, Descendeth downward to the Antipodes,And more than this-for all I cannot tell. Alm. How far hence lies the galley, say you? Call. Sweet Almeda, scarce half a league from hence. Alm. But need we not be spied going aboard? Call. Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill, And crooked bending of a craggy rock, The sails wrapt up, the mast and tacklings down, She lies so close that none can find her out. 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 crowned a king, and be my mate. Alm. Then here I swear, as I am Almeda Your keeper under Tamburlaine the Great, (For that's the style and title I have yet,) Although he sent a thousand armed men 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, Whose beams illuminate the lamps of heaven, Whose cheerful looks do clear the cloudy air, And clothe it in a crystal livery; Now rest thee here on fair Larissa plains, Where Egypt and the Turkish empire part Between thy sons, that shall be emperors, And every one commander of a world. Zeno. Sweet Tamburlaine, when wilt thou leave these arms, And save thy sacred person free from scathe, And dangerous chances of the wrathful war? Tamb. When heaven shall cease to move But yet methinks their looks are amorous, Not martial as the sons of Tamburlaine : Water and air, being symbolized in one, Argue their want of courage and of wit; Their hair as white as milk and soft as down, (Which should be like the quills of porcupines As black as jet and hard as iron or steel) Bewrays they are too dainty for the wars; Their fingers made to quaver on a lute, Their arms to hang about a lady's neck, Would make me think them bastards not my sons, But that I know they issued from thy womb D |