Tamburlaine the Great — Part 2

And cleave his pericranion with thy sword.

CALYPHAS.  If any man will hold him, I will strike,
And cleave him to the channel 46 (#x6_x_6_i51) with my sword.

TAMBURLAINE.  Hold him, and cleave him too, or I'll cleave thee;
For we will march against them presently.
Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane
Promis'd to meet me on Larissa-plains,
With hosts a-piece against this Turkish crew;
For I have sworn by sacred Mahomet
To make it parcel of my empery.
The trumpets sound; Zenocrate, they come.

Enter THERIDAMAS, and his train, with drums and trumpets.

Welcome, Theridamas, king of Argier.

THERIDAMAS.  My lord, the great and mighty Tamburlaine,
Arch-monarch of the world, I offer here
My crown, myself, and all the power I have,
In all affection at thy kingly feet.

TAMBURLAINE.  Thanks, good Theridamas.

THERIDAMAS.  Under my colours march ten thousand Greeks,
And of Argier and Afric's frontier towns
Twice twenty thousand valiant men-at-arms;
All which have sworn to sack Natolia.
Five hundred brigandines are under sail,
Meet for your service on the sea, my lord,
That, launching from Argier to Tripoly,
Will quickly ride before Natolia,
And batter down the castles on the shore.

TAMBURLAINE.  Well said, Argier! receive thy crown again.

Enter USUMCASANE and TECHELLES.

Kings of Morocco 47 (#x6_x_6_i54) and of Fez, welcome.

USUMCASANE.  Magnificent and peerless Tamburlaine,
I and my neighbour king of Fez have brought,
To aid thee in this Turkish expedition,
A hundred thousand expert soldiers;
]From Azamor to Tunis near the sea
Is Barbary unpeopled for thy sake,
And all the men in armour under me,
Which with my crown I gladly offer thee.

TAMBURLAINE.  Thanks, king of Morocco:  take your crown again.

TECHELLES.  And, mighty Tamburlaine, our earthly god,
Whose looks make this inferior world to quake,
I here present thee with the crown of Fez,
And with an host of Moors train'd to the war, 48 (#x6_x_6_i63)
Whose coal-black faces make their foes retire,
And quake for fear, as if infernal 49 (#x6_x_6_i66) Jove,
Meaning to aid thee 50 (#x6_x_6_i69) in these 51 (#x6_x_6_i72) Turkish arms,
Should pierce the black circumference of hell,
With ugly Furies bearing fiery flags,
And millions of his strong 52 (#x6_x_6_i75) tormenting spirits:
]From strong Tesella unto Biledull
All Barbary is unpeopled for thy sake.

TAMBURLAINE.  Thanks, king of Fez:  take here thy crown again.
Your presence, loving friends and fellow-kings,
Makes me to surfeit in conceiving joy:
If all the crystal gates of Jove's high court
Were open'd wide, and I might enter in
To see the state and majesty of heaven,
It could not more delight me than your sight.
Now will we banquet on these plains a while,
And after march to Turkey with our camp,
In number more than are the drops that fall
When Boreas rents a thousand swelling clouds;
And proud Orcanes of Natolia
With all his viceroys shall be so afraid,
That, though the stones, as at Deucalion's flood,
Were turn'd to men, he should be overcome.
Such lavish will I make of Turkish blood,
That Jove shall send his winged messenger
To bid me sheathe my sword and leave the field;
The sun, unable to sustain the sight,
Shall hide his head in Thetis' watery lap,
And leave his steeds to fair Bootes' 53 (#x6_x_6_i78) charge;
For half the world shall perish in this fight.
But now, my friends, let me examine ye;
How have ye spent your absent time from me?

USUMCASANE.  My lord, our men of Barbary have march'd
Four hundred miles with armour on their backs,
And lain in leaguer 54 (#x6_x_6_i81) fifteen months and more;
For, since we left you at the Soldan's court,
We have subdu'd the southern Guallatia,
And all the land unto the coast of Spain;
We kept the narrow Strait of Jubalter, 55 (#x6_x_6_i84)     And made Canaria call us kings and lords:
Yet never did they recreate themselves,
Or cease one day from war and hot alarms;
And therefore let them rest a while, my lord.