THERIDAMAS

Nor thee, nor them, thrice noble Tambutlain Shall want my heart to be with gladness pierced To do you honour and security. A God is not so glorious as a King: I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven Can not compare with kingly joys in earth, To wear a Crown enchased with pearl and gold, Whose virtues carry with it life and death, To ask, and have: command, and be obeyed. When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize; Such power attractive shines in princes eyes. I know they would with our persuasions. Go on for me. Even he that in a trice vanquished two kings, More mighty than the Turkish Emperor: Shall rouse him out of Europe, and pursue His scattered army till they yield or die. I long to see those crowns wone by our swords That we may reign as kings of Africa. Give her the Crown Turkesse you were best. Here Madam, you are Empress, she is none, Dost thou think that Mahomet will suffer this So it would my lord, specially having so small a walk, and so little exercise. I (my Lord) but none save kings must feed with these. And since your highness hath so well vouchsafed, If we deserve them not with higher meeds Then erst our states and actions have retained, Take them away again and make us slaves. We know the victory is ours my Lord, But let us save the reverend Souldan's life, For fair Zenocrate, that so laments his state. Before the Moon renew her borrowed light, Doubt not my Lord and gracious Sovereign, But Tamburlaine, and that Tartarian rout, Shall either perish by our warlike hands, Or plead for mercy at your highness feet. Where is this Scythian Tamberlain? Tamburlaine? A Scythian Shepherd, so embellished With Nature's pride, and richest furniture, His looks do menace heaven and dare the Gods, His fiery eyes are fixed upon the earth. As if he now devised some Stratagem: Or meant to pierce Avernas darksome vaults. To pull the triple headed dog from hell. Not Hermes Prolocutor to the Gods, Could use persuasions more pathetical. What strong enchantments tice my yielding soul Are these resolved noble Scythians? But shall I prove a Traitor to my King? Wone with thy words, & conquered with thy looks, I yield my self, my men & horse to thee: To be partaker of thy good or ill, As long as life maintains Theridamas. And that made me to join with tamburlain For he is gross and Like the massy earth, That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds Does mean to soar above the highest sort. Your tents of white now pitched before the gates And gentle flags of amity displayed. I doubt not but the Governor will yield, Offering Damascus to your Majesty. But if his highness would let them be fed, it would do them more good. Then let us set the crown upon her head, That long hath lingered for so high a seat. You see my Lord, what working words he hath. But when you see his actions stop his speech, Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth, As I shall be commended and excused For turning my poor charge to his direction. And these his two renowned friends my Lord, Would make one thrust and strive to be retained In such a great degree of amity. Nay, though I praise it, I can live without it. A jest to charge on twenty thousand men? I judge the purchase more important far. He stamps it under his feet my Lord. Me thinks, 'tis a great deal better than a con sort of music. Then now my Lord, I humbly take my leave.