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Most happy King and Emperor of the earth. Image of Honour and Nobility. For whom the Powers divine have made the world. And on whose throne the holy Graces fit. In whose sweet person is comprized the Sum Of nature's Skill and heavenly majesty. Pity our plights, Oh pity poor Damascus: Pity old age, within whose silver hairs Honour and reverence evermore have reigned, Pity the marriage bed, where many a Lord In prime and glory of his loving joy. Embraceth now with tears of ruth and blood, The jealous body of his fearful wife, Whose cheeks and hearts so punished with conceit, To think thy puissant never stayed arm Will partly their bodies, and prevent their souls From heavens of comfort, yet their age might bear, Now wax all pale and withered to the death, As well for grief our ruthless Governor Have thus refused the mercy of thy hand, (Whose sceptre Angels kiss, and Furies dread) As for their liberties, their loves or lives, Oh then for these, and such as we our selves, For us, for infants, and for all our bloods, That never nourished thought against thy rule, Pity, Oh pity, (sacred Emperor) The prostrate service of this wretched town. And take in sign thereof this gilded wreathe, Whereto each man of rule hath given his hand, And wished as worthy subjects happy means, To be inuesters of thy royal brows, Even with the true Egyptian Diadem. Then here before the majesty of heaven, And holy Patroness of Egyptian, With knees and hearts submissive we entreat, Grace to our words and pity to our looks That this devise may prove propitious, And through the eyes and ears of tamburlaine, Convey events of mercy to his heart: Grant that these signs of victory we yield May bind the temples of his conquering head, To hide the folded furrows of his brows, And shadow his displeased countenance, With happy looks of ruth and lenity, Leave us my Lord, and loving countrymen, What simple Virgins may persuade, we will. If humble suits or imprecations, (uttered with tears of wretchedness and blood, Shed from the heads and hearts of all our Sex. Some made your wives, and some your children) Might have entreated your obdurate breasts. To entertain some care of our securities. While only danger Beatrice upon our walls, These more than dangerous warrants of our deat Had never be erected as they be, Nor you depend on such weak helps as we Nothing but fear and fatal steel my Lord.
Plot summary
Plot — 1 Tamburlaine the Great
Encouraged by a prophecy that he will one day rule Asia, Mambuarlainé robs travellers passing through Persia. He ambushes the party escorting Zénderate to her husband-to-be, purloins their treasure, and. woos her. [iferidamas is sent by Mycetés, the Persian King, to attack Tamburlaine, but Tamburlaine persuades him to switch sides with eloquent promises of wealth and power. The Persian nobles conspire to depose Mycetes in favour of his brother @GSEGE] Mycetes offers battle, and Cosroe joins forces with Tamburlaine against him. Advised by his counsellor M@amdgét Mycetes plans to beat Tamburlaine’s soldiers by laying out gold on the battlefield: they will stop fighting to pick it up, and so be massacred. The stratagem fails. Tamburlaine encounters Mycetes on the battlefield, but rejects the opportunity to steal the crown Mycetes is trying to hide: he will win it in battle instead. MIyG8tés is killed: Tamburlaing presents @6sf6e with his crown, and is created Regent of Persia; but the prospect of coronation attracts him. He betrays and kills Cosroe and makes himself king. Zenserate remains with Tamburlaine, nominally as his captive; though reputed his concubine, she grows to love him. When Ajpydaas tries to persuade her to reject Tamburlaine, the Scythian induces him to commit suicide. The Emperor of the Turks, Bajazethi leaves the siege of Constantinople to challenge Tamburlaine. He is defeated and taken captive with his wife Zabifial Tamburlaine refuses to ransom him, and keeps him in an iron cage: the defeated Emperor is used as a footstool and fed with scraps on the end of Tamburlaine’s sword; his vassal kings are deposed and their crowns awarded to Tamburlaine’s followers. Zenocrate’s fatheRthelSultanlofiEgypt joins forces with her ex-fiancé ANG@aMTS to rescue her. Tamburlaine besieges Damascus, and appears, as is his custom, in different colours on successive days: first white, to signify that he will accept the city’s surrender without bloodshed; then red, indicating that its soldiers will all be killed; then black, promising total destruction. The Governor of Damascus waits until the third day, but the Sultan’s troops do not arrive to relieve the city as expected; so he sends four virgins to plead for mercy. Tamburlaine’s rules are inflexible: the virgins are killed and all the citizens massacred. Bajazethiand Zabitia knock out their brains against the bars of his cage; ZeaGGraté discovers the bodies and fears that fortune may overthrow Tamburlaine…