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Wanting both pay and martiall discipline,
Dooth pray uppon my flockes of Passengers,
This should intreat your highnesse to rejoice,
And ad this to them, that all Asia.
Ful true thou speakst, and like thy selfe my lord,
Go, stout Theridamas, thy words are swords,
Hast bene the seat of mightie Conquerors,
Now Turkes and Tartars shake their swords at thee,
Meander, might I not?
That he may win the Babylonians hearts,
Capolin, an Egyptian.
Have sworne the death of wicked Tamburlaine.
Whereon our state doth leane, as on a staffe,
Are countermanded by a greater man:
Meander, thou my faithfull Counsellor,
How now my Lord, what, mated and amaz'd.
Who traveiling with these Medean Lords.
Therefore tis best, if so it lik you all,
Have swarm'd in troopes into the Easterne India:
Who, from a Skythian Shephearde, by his rare and woonderfull Conquests, became a most puissant und mightye Monarque. And (for his tyranny, and terrour in Warre) was tearmed, The Scourge of God.
Gentlemen, and curteous Readers whosoever: I have here published in print for your sakes, the two tragical Discourses of the Scythian Shepheard, Tamburlaine, that became so great a Conquerour, and so mightie a Monarque: My hope is, that they wil be now no lesse acceptable unto you to read after your serious affaires and studies, then they have bene (lately) delightfull for many of you to see, when the same were shewed in London upon stages: I have (purposely) omitted and left out some fond and frivolous Jestures, digressing (and in my poore opinion) far unmeet for the matter, which I thought, might seeme more tedious unto the wise, than any way els to be regarded, though (happly) they have bene of some vaine conceited fondlings greatly gaped at, what times they were shewed upon the stage in their graced deformities: nevertheles now, to be mixtured in print with such matter of worth, it wuld proove a great disgrace to so honorable and stately a historie: Great folly were it in me, to commend unto your wisedomes, either the eloquence of the Authour that writ them, or the worthinesse of the matter it selfe; I therefore leave unto your learned censures, both the one and the other, and my selfe the poore printer of them unto your most curteous and favourable protection; which if you vouchsafe to accept, you shall ever more binde mee to imploy what travell and service I can, to the advauncing and pleasuring of your excellent degree.
As easely may you get the Souldans crowne,
King of Morocco.
Shall be reserv'd, and you in better state,
Till men and kingdomes help to strengthen it:
Theridamas, farewel ten thousand times.
To see our neighbours that were woont to quake.
Whose foming galle with rage and high disdaine,
Letters of conduct from my mightinesse,
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you.
And from their knees, even to their hoofes below,
But Menaphon, what means this trumpets sound?
That robs your merchants of Persepolis,
Declare the cause of my conceived griefe,
Now to be rulde and governed by a man,
And as I heare, doth meane to pull my plumes.
(If as thou seem'st, thou art so meane a man)
And tremble at the Persean Monarkes name,
Good brother tell the cause unto my Lords,
Where all my youth I have bene governed,
Is it not a kingly resolution?
Least you subdue the pride of Christendome?
You may doe well to kisse it then.
Not for so small a fault my soveraigne Lord.
But now you see these letters and commandes,
And made their spoiles from all our provinces.
Well here I sweare by this my royal seat –
Since Fortune gives you opportunity,
Ten thousand horse to carie you from hence,
The hope of Persea, and the verie legges.
Then heare thy charge, valiant Theridamas,
Or plead for mercie at your highnesse feet.
But tell me Maddam, is your grace betroth'd?
And cause the souldiers that thus honour me,
Unhappie Persea, that in former age.
O where is dutie and allegeance now?
Of great Darius and his wealthy hoast.
How easely may you with a mightie hoste,
The chiefest Captaine of Mycetes hoste,
Bringing the Crowne to make you Emperour.
The jewels and the treasure we have tane.
And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
As did Sir Paris with the Grecian Dame:
Trading by land unto the Westerne Isles,
But this it is that doth excruciate.
It cannot choose, because it comes from you.
Have triumpht over Affrike, and the bounds.
But Tamburlaine, and that Tartarian rout,
Than if you were arriv'd in Siria,
And in your confines with his lawlesse traine,
Go frowning foorth, but come thou smyling home,
And thorough your Planets I perceive you thinke,
With costlie jewels hanging at their eares,
Begin in troopes to threaten civill warre,
For freezing meteors and conjealed colde:
To make himselfe the Monarch of the East:
Whether we presently will flie (my Lords)
And of the ever raging Caspian Lake:
Create him Prorex of Assiria,
And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay,
By whose desires of discipline in Armes,
Chardg'd with a thousand horse, to apprehend.
Duke of Assiria and Albania,
Governor of Damascus.
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The plot is laid by Persean Noble men,
And that which might resolve me into teares,
Lie here ye weedes that I disdaine to weare,
Embost with silke as best beseemes my state,
Bearing his privie signet and his hand:
Returne with speed, time passeth swift away,
All loden with the heads of killed men.
Then now my Lord, I humbly take my leave.
I doubt not shortly but to raigne sole king,
Mesopotamia and of Parthia,
We have his highnesse letters to command.
I might command you to be slaine for this,
Magnificent and mightie Prince Cosroe,
And through my provinces you must expect.
Thou shalt be leader of this thousand horse,
Long live Cosroe mighty Emperour.
The verie substance of my vexed soule:
Yet live, yea, live, Mycetes wils it so:
And since we have arriv'd in Scythia,
By East and west, as Pkœbus doth his course:
And commons of this mightie Monarchie,
And continent to your Dominions:
That like a Foxe in midst of harvest time,
Measuring the limits of his Emperie.
I know you have a better wit than I.
To safe conduct us thorow Affrica.
In spight of them shall malice my estate.
Yours, most humble at commaundement,
Besides rich presents from the puisant Cham,
And in assurance of desir'd successe,
If you intend to keep your treasure safe.
And meanes to be a terrour to the world,
And Jove, the Sun, and Mercurie denied.
As any prizes out of my precinct.
But Lady, this faire face and heavenly hew,
And with the Armie of Theridamas,
The mightie Souldan of Egyptia.
To be reveng'd for these contemptuous words.
Meander come, I am abus'd Meander.
Ah Shepheard, pity my distressed plight,
Besmer'd with blood, that makes a dainty show.
Our life is fraile, and we may die to day.
For it requires a great and thundring speech:
Sound up the trumpets then, God save the King.
Meaning to mangle all thy Provinces.
Then did the Macedonians at the spoile.
Men from the farthest Equinoctiall line,
The residence of your dispised brother,
Yet insufficient to expresse the same:
That holds us up, and foiles our neighbour foes.
By curing of this maimed Emperie.
But I refer me to my noble men,
To send my thousand horse incontinent,
Cosroe, his brother.
With Affrike Captaines, taken in the field:
I am not wise enough to be a kinge,
I willingly receive th'emperiall crowne,
That heretofore have fild Persepolis.
Must grace his bed that conquers Asia:
Which will revolt from Persean government,
Philemus, a Messenger.
Come lady, let not this appal your thoughts.
To rest secure against my brothers force.
Great Lord of Medea and Armenia:
Affrike and Europe bordering on your land,
To heare the king thus threaten like himselfe?
To shed their influence in his fickle braine,
Which is (God knowes) about that Tamburlaine,
Wel, since I see the state of Persea droope,
To apprehend that paltrie Scythian.
Even in the circle of your Fathers armes:
That dar'st presume thy Soveraigne for to mocke.
Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine,
Enter Ortigius and Ceneus bearing a Crowne, with others.
To gaine the tytle of a Conquerour,
Tamburlaine, a Scythian shepherd.
But since I love to live at liberty,
Zenocrate, daughter to the Soldan of Egypt.
Or if they would, there are in readines.
At whose byrth-day Cynthia with Saturne joinde,
Ah Menaphon, I passe not for his threates,
Behold, my Lord, Ortigius and the rest,
Whose ransome made them martch in coates of gold,
When other men prease forward for renowne:
Monster of Nature, shame unto thy stocke,
The two tragicall Discourses of mighty Tamburlaine, the Scythian Shepheard, etc.
Weele leade you to the stately tent of War:
And must maintaine my life exempt from servitude.
And languish in my brothers government:
How like you this, my honorable Lords?
The Lords would not be too exasperate,
Your Grace hath taken order by Theridamas,
Zabina, wife to Bajazeth.
Tamburlaine the Great.
Hoping (misled by dreaming prophesies)
Before the Moone renew her borrowed light,
And cause them to withdraw their forces home,
Therefore tis good and meete for to be wise.
The warlike Souldiers, and the Gentlemen,
That knowe my wit, and can be witnesses:
Present thee with th'Emperiall Diadem.
Manent Cosroe and Menaphon.
Now living idle in the walled townes,
Have past the armie of the mightie Turke:
Therefore to stay all sodaine mutinies,
Shall either perish by our warlike hands,
By lawlesse rapine from a silly maide.
And foot by foot follow Theridamas.
Emperour of Asia, and of Persea,
Brother, I see your meaning well enough.
I know it wel my Lord, and thanke you all.
And with thy lookes thou conquerest all thy foes:
We in the name of other Persean states,
From jygging vaines of riming mother wits,
And vow to weare it for my countries good:
We here doo crowne thee Monarch of the East,
Tamburlaine the Great.
I am (my Lord,) for so you do import.
Fits Menaphon, than warring with a Thiefe:
I meane it not, but yet I know I might,

Lament to see the follie of their King.
Then I may seeke to gratifie your love,
I long to see thee backe returne from thence,
Brother Cosroe, I find my selfe agreev'd,
His vagrant Ensigne in the Persean fields,
Marlowe, Christopher.
What, shall I call thee brother? No, a foe,
Mycetes, King of Persia.
Oft have I heard your Majestie complain,
[Enter] Mycetes, Cosroe, Meander, Theridamas, Ortygius, Ceneus, [Menaphon,] with others.
And shining stones upon their loftie Crestes:
Bassoes, Lords, Citizens, Moors, Soldiers, and Attendants.
To injure or suppresse your woorthy tytle.
View but his picture in this tragicke glasse,
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you?
Doubt not my Lord and gratious Soveraigne,
Chiefe Lord of all the wide vast Euxine sea,
To raigne in Asia, and with barbarous Armes,
Ah, Menaphon, why staiest thou thus behind,
These are his words, Meander set them downe.
Now sits and laughs our regiment to scorne:
And yet a shepheard by my Parentage:
To crowne me Emperour of Asia.
East India and the late discovered Isles,
Intending your investion so neere.
Virgins of Damascus]
And seeke not to inrich thy followers,
To the Gentlemen Readers: and others that take pleasure in reading Histories.
And bring him Captive to your Highnesse throne.
Aide and assistance if we stand in need.
And openly exclaime against the King.
Passe into Græcia, as did Cyrus once.
And then applaud his fortunes if you please.
Go Menaphon, go into Scythia,
Anippe, her maid.
To triumph over many Provinces.
For they are friends that help to weane my state,
I am a Lord, for so my deeds shall proove,
That in their prowesse and their pollicies,
Soldan of Egypt.
Fled to the Caspean or the Ocean maine?
Threatning the world with high astounding tearms.
And Captaines of the Medean garrisons,
We knew my Lord, before we brought the crowne,
[Enter] Tamburlaine leading Zenocrate: Techelles, Usumcasane, other Lords [,Magnetes, Agidas,] and Souldiers loden with treasure.
Whom I may tearme a Damon for thy love.
That I may view these milk-white steeds of mine,
Who, from a Skythian Shephearde, by his rare and woonderfull Conquests, became a most puissant und mightye Monarque. And (for his tyranny, and terrour in Warre) was tearmed, The Scourge of God.
We will invest your Highnesse Emperour:
Of Tamburlaine, that sturdie Scythian thiefe,
In spite of all suspected enemies.
Nay, pray you let him stay, a greater task.
Daily commits incivill outrages,
But ere he march in Asia, or display.
And Jove may never let me longer live,
Of Europe wher the Sun dares scarce appeare,
Lading their shippes with golde and pretious stones:
To Memphis, from my uncles country of Medea,
Whereat the Souldiers will conceive more joy,
Bajazeth, emperor of the Turks.

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