SCENE I.
Enter COSROE, MENAPHON, ORTYGIUS, and CENEUS, with SOLDIERS.
COSROE. Thus far are we towards Theridamas,
And valiant Tamburlaine, the man of fame,
The man that in the forehead of his fortune
Bears figures of renown and miracle.
But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon,
What stature wields he, and what personage?
MENAPHON. Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned,
Like his desire, lift upwards and divine;
So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,
Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear
Old Atlas' burden; 'twixt his manly pitch, [65] A pearl more worth than all the world is plac'd,
Wherein by curious sovereignty of art
Are fix'd his piercing instruments of sight,
Whose fiery circles bear encompassed
A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres,
That guides his steps and actions to the throne
Where honour sits invested royally;
Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion,
Thirsting with sovereignty and [66] love of arms;
His lofty brows in folds do figure death,
And in their smoothness amity and life;
About them hangs a knot of amber hair,
Wrapped in curls, as fierce Achilles' was,
On which the breath of heaven delights to play,
Making it dance with wanton majesty;
His arms and fingers long and sinewy, [67] Betokening valour and excess of strength;—
In every part proportion'd like the man
Should make the world subdu'd [68] to Tamburlaine.
COSROE. Well hast thou pourtray'd in thy terms of life
The face and personage of a wondrous man:
Nature doth strive with Fortune [69] and his stars
To make him famous in accomplish'd worth;
And well his merits shew him to be made
His fortune's master and the king of men,
That could persuade, at such a sudden pinch,
With reasons of his valour and his life,
A thousand sworn and overmatching foes.
Then, when our powers in points of swords are join'd,
And clos'd in compass of the killing bullet,
Though strait the passage and the port [70] be made
That leads to palace of my brother's life,
Proud is [71] his fortune if we pierce it not;
And, when the princely Persian diadem
Shall overweigh his weary witless head,
And fall, like mellow'd fruit, with shakes of death,
In fair [72] Persia noble Tamburlaine
Shall be my regent, and remain as king.
ORTYGIUS. In happy hour we have set the crown
Upon your kingly head, that seeks our honour
In joining with the man ordain'd by heaven
To further every action to the best.
CENEUS. He that with shepherds and a little spoil
Durst, in disdain of wrong and tyranny,
Defend his freedom 'gainst a monarchy,
What will he do supported by a king,
Leading a troop of gentlemen and lords,
And stuff'd with treasure for his highest thoughts!
COSROE. And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine.
Our army will be forty thousand strong,
When Tamburlaine and brave Theridamas
Have met us by the river Araris;
And all conjoin'd to meet the witless king,
That now is marching near to Parthia,
And, with unwilling soldiers faintly arm'd,
To seek revenge on me and Tamburlaine;
To whom, sweet Menaphon, direct me straight.
MENAPHON. I will, my lord.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.
Enter MYCETES, MEANDER, with other LORDS; and SOLDIERS.
MYCETES. Come, my Meander, let us to this gear.
I tell you true, my heart is swoln with wrath
On this same thievish villain Tamburlaine,
And of [73] that false Cosroe, my traitorous brother.
Would it not grieve a king to be so abus'd,
And have a thousand horsemen ta'en away?
And, which is worse, [74] to have his diadem
Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?
I think it would: well, then, by heavens I swear,
Aurora shall not peep out of her doors,
But I will have Cosroe by the head,
And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.
Tell you the rest, Meander: I have said.
MEANDER. Then, having pass'd Armenian deserts now,
And pitch'd our tents under the Georgian hills,
Whose tops are cover'd with Tartarian thieves,
That lie in ambush, waiting for a prey,
What should we do but bid them battle straight,
And rid the world of those detested troops?
Lest, if we let them linger here a while,
They gather strength by power of fresh supplies.
This country swarms with vile outragious men
That live by rapine and by lawless spoil,
Fit soldiers for the [75] wicked Tamburlaine;
And he that could with gifts and promises
Inveigle him that led a thousand horse,
And make him false his faith unto his [76] king,
Will quickly win such as be [77] like himself.
Therefore cheer up your minds; prepare to fight:
He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine,
Shall rule the province of Albania;
Who brings that traitor's head, Theridamas,
Shall have a government in Media,
Beside [78] the spoil of him and all his train:
But, if Cosroe (as our spials say,
And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,
His highness' pleasure is that he should live,
And be reclaim'd with princely lenity.
Enter a SPY.
SPY. An hundred horsemen of my company,
Scouting abroad upon these champion [79] plains,
Have view'd the army of the Scythians;
Which make report it far exceeds the king's.
MEANDER. Suppose they be in number infinite,
Yet being void of martial discipline,
All running headlong, greedy after [80] spoils,
And more regarding gain than victory,
Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,
Sprung [81] of the teeth of [82] dragons venomous,
Their careless swords shall lance [83] their fellows' throats,
And make us triumph in their overthrow.
MYCETES. Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say,
That sprung of teeth of dragons venomous?
MEANDER. So poets say, my lord.
MYCETES. And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read;
And having thee, I have a jewel sure.
Go on, my lord, and give your charge, I say;
Thy wit will make us conquerors to-day.
MEANDER. Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these thieves
That live confounded in disorder'd troops,
If wealth or riches may prevail with them,
We have our camels laden all with gold,
Which you that be but common soldiers
Shall fling in every corner of the field;
And, while the base-born Tartars take it up,
You, fighting more for honour than for gold,
Shall massacre those greedy-minded slaves;
And, when their scatter'd army is subdu'd,
And you march on their slaughter'd carcasses,
Share equally the gold that bought their lives,
And live like gentlemen in Persia.
Strike up the [84] drum, and march courageously:
Fortune herself doth sit upon our crests.
MYCETES. He tells you true, my masters; so he does.—
Drums, why sound ye not when Meander speaks?
[Exeunt, drums sounding.]
SCENE III.
Enter COSROE, TAMBURLAINE, THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES,
USUMCASANE,
and ORTYGIUS, with others.
COSROE. Now, worthy Tamburlaine, have I repos'd
In thy approved fortunes all my hope.
What think'st thou, man, shall come of our attempts?
For, even as from assured oracle,
I take thy doom for satisfaction.
TAMBURLAINE. And so mistake you not a whit, my lord;
For fates and oracles [of] heaven have sworn
To royalize the deeds of Tamburlaine,
And make them blest that share in his attempts:
And doubt you not but, if you favour me,
And let my fortunes and my valour sway
To some [85] direction in your martial deeds,
The world will [86] strive with hosts of men-at-arms
To swarm unto the ensign I support.
The host of Xerxes, which by fame is said
To drink the mighty Parthian Araris,
Was but a handful to that we will have:
Our quivering lances, shaking in the air,
And bullets, like Jove's dreadful thunderbolts,
Enroll'd in flames and fiery smouldering mists,
Shall threat the gods more than Cyclopian wars;
And with our sun-bright armour, as we march,
We'll chase the stars from heaven, and dim their eyes
That stand and muse at our admired arms.
THERIDAMAS. You see, my lord, what working words he hath;
But, when you see his actions top [87] his speech,
Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth
As I shall be commended and excus'd
For turning my poor charge to his direction:
And these his two renowmed [88] friends, my lord,
Would make one thirst [89] and strive to be retain'd
In such a great degree of amity.
TECHELLES. With duty and [90] with amity we yield
Our utmost service to the fair [91] Cosroe.
COSROE. Which I esteem as portion of my crown.
Usumcasane and Techelles both,
When she [92] that rules in Rhamnus' [93] golden gates,
And makes a passage for all prosperous arms,
Shall make me solely emperor of Asia,
Then shall your meeds [94] and valours be advanc'd
To rooms of honour and nobility.
TAMBURLAINE. Then haste, Cosroe, to be king alone,
That I with these my friends and all my men
May triumph in our long-expected fate.
The king, your brother, is now hard at hand:
Meet with the fool, and rid your royal shoulders
Of such a burden as outweighs the sands
And all the craggy rocks of Caspia.
Enter a MESSENGER.
MESSENGER. My lord,
We have discovered the enemy
Ready to charge you with a mighty army.
COSROE. Come, Tamburlaine; now whet thy winged sword,
And lift thy lofty arm into [95] the clouds,
That it may reach the king of Persia's crown,
And set it safe on my victorious head.
TAMBURLAINE. See where it is, the keenest curtle-axe
That e'er made passage thorough Persian arms!
These are the wings shall make it fly as swift
As doth the lightning or the breath of heaven,
And kill as sure [96] as it swiftly flies.
COSROE. Thy words assure me of kind success:
Go, valiant soldier, go before, and charge
The fainting army of that foolish king.
TAMBURLAINE. Usumcasane and Techelles, come:
We are enow to scare the enemy,
And more than needs to make an emperor.
[Exeunt to the battle.]