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I know you have a better wit than I.
But tell me Maddam, is your grace betroth'd?
Aide and assistance if we stand in need.
Have past the armie of the mightie Turke:
Chiefe Lord of all the wide vast Euxine sea,
Sound up the trumpets then, God save the King.
Since Fortune gives you opportunity,
Besmer'd with blood, that makes a dainty show.
Shall either perish by our warlike hands,
Chardg'd with a thousand horse, to apprehend.
That knowe my wit, and can be witnesses:
How now my Lord, what, mated and amaz'd.
Intending your investion so neere.
And ad this to them, that all Asia.
And vow to weare it for my countries good:
Ah Shepheard, pity my distressed plight,
To injure or suppresse your woorthy tytle.
For it requires a great and thundring speech:
This should intreat your highnesse to rejoice,
The two tragicall Discourses of mighty Tamburlaine, the Scythian Shepheard, etc.
[Enter] Tamburlaine leading Zenocrate: Techelles, Usumcasane, other Lords [,Magnetes, Agidas,] and Souldiers loden with treasure.
Are countermanded by a greater man:
Present thee with th'Emperiall Diadem.
Have triumpht over Affrike, and the bounds.
Whereon our state doth leane, as on a staffe,
And continent to your Dominions:
Manent Cosroe and Menaphon.
To safe conduct us thorow Affrica.
Doubt not my Lord and gratious Soveraigne,
That heretofore have fild Persepolis.
That holds us up, and foiles our neighbour foes.
From jygging vaines of riming mother wits,
East India and the late discovered Isles,
Now to be rulde and governed by a man,
Our life is fraile, and we may die to day.
Begin in troopes to threaten civill warre,
Yours, most humble at commaundement,
By lawlesse rapine from a silly maide.
Which will revolt from Persean government,
Dooth pray uppon my flockes of Passengers,
Marlowe, Christopher.
Ah, Menaphon, why staiest thou thus behind,
And since we have arriv'd in Scythia,
O where is dutie and allegeance now?
Lament to see the follie of their King.
As easely may you get the Souldans crowne,
Then I may seeke to gratifie your love,
How like you this, my honorable Lords?
The jewels and the treasure we have tane.
And of the ever raging Caspian Lake:
Ful true thou speakst, and like thy selfe my lord,
I willingly receive th'emperiall crowne,
Trading by land unto the Westerne Isles,
Even in the circle of your Fathers armes:
Bassoes, Lords, Citizens, Moors, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Measuring the limits of his Emperie.
But I refer me to my noble men,
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.
Passe into Græcia, as did Cyrus once.
And in assurance of desir'd successe,
Brother, I see your meaning well enough.
That in their prowesse and their pollicies,
To make himselfe the Monarch of the East:
We have his highnesse letters to command.
Soldan of Egypt.
The residence of your dispised brother,
At whose byrth-day Cynthia with Saturne joinde,
And from their knees, even to their hoofes below,
Mycetes, King of Persia.
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I know it wel my Lord, and thanke you all.
Create him Prorex of Assiria,
But since I love to live at liberty,
Of Tamburlaine, that sturdie Scythian thiefe,
Meander, thou my faithfull Counsellor,
Hoping (misled by dreaming prophesies)
View but his picture in this tragicke glasse,
Go frowning foorth, but come thou smyling home,
To shed their influence in his fickle braine,
Governor of Damascus.
Magnificent and mightie Prince Cosroe,
Besides rich presents from the puisant Cham,
Or if they would, there are in readines.
Than if you were arriv'd in Siria,
And Jove may never let me longer live,
But Menaphon, what means this trumpets sound?
I long to see thee backe returne from thence,
Must grace his bed that conquers Asia:
As did Sir Paris with the Grecian Dame:
And Captaines of the Medean garrisons,
Then now my Lord, I humbly take my leave.
Daily commits incivill outrages,
Till men and kingdomes help to strengthen it:
The warlike Souldiers, and the Gentlemen,
Whose ransome made them martch in coates of gold,
Who traveiling with these Medean Lords.
Monster of Nature, shame unto thy stocke,
All loden with the heads of killed men.
And thorough your Planets I perceive you thinke,
Mesopotamia and of Parthia,
And commons of this mightie Monarchie,
Go Menaphon, go into Scythia,
Then did the Macedonians at the spoile.
Zabina, wife to Bajazeth.
Thou shalt be leader of this thousand horse,
[Enter] Mycetes, Cosroe, Meander, Theridamas, Ortygius, Ceneus, [Menaphon,] with others.
But this it is that doth excruciate.
And openly exclaime against the King.
To apprehend that paltrie Scythian.
Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine,
And meanes to be a terrour to the world,
Duke of Assiria and Albania,
To Memphis, from my uncles country of Medea,
Capolin, an Egyptian.
For freezing meteors and conjealed colde:
Anippe, her maid.
Yet insufficient to expresse the same:
To be reveng'd for these contemptuous words.
Then heare thy charge, valiant Theridamas,
To crowne me Emperour of Asia.
And shining stones upon their loftie Crestes:
And cause them to withdraw their forces home,
That robs your merchants of Persepolis,
I am a Lord, for so my deeds shall proove,
The chiefest Captaine of Mycetes hoste,
Enter Ortigius and Ceneus bearing a Crowne, with others.
Meander, might I not?
The mightie Souldan of Egyptia.
Virgins of Damascus]
Or plead for mercie at your highnesse feet.
And in your confines with his lawlesse traine,
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you.
And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
Have sworne the death of wicked Tamburlaine.
The hope of Persea, and the verie legges.
Have swarm'd in troopes into the Easterne India:
The verie substance of my vexed soule:
Not for so small a fault my soveraigne Lord.
I meane it not, but yet I know I might,
Tamburlaine the Great.
It cannot choose, because it comes from you.
To gaine the tytle of a Conquerour,
Nay, pray you let him stay, a greater task.
Great Lord of Medea and Armenia:
The Lords would not be too exasperate,
As any prizes out of my precinct.
Good brother tell the cause unto my Lords,
Of great Darius and his wealthy hoast.
You may doe well to kisse it then.
We in the name of other Persean states,
And tremble at the Persean Monarkes name,
And through my provinces you must expect.
And as I heare, doth meane to pull my plumes.
To raigne in Asia, and with barbarous Armes,
Fled to the Caspean or the Ocean maine?
In spight of them shall malice my estate.
Wanting both pay and martiall discipline,
And foot by foot follow Theridamas.
Go, stout Theridamas, thy words are swords,
Fits Menaphon, than warring with a Thiefe:
These are his words, Meander set them downe.
Declare the cause of my conceived griefe,
Whom I may tearme a Damon for thy love.
Ten thousand horse to carie you from hence,
We here doo crowne thee Monarch of the East,
Yet live, yea, live, Mycetes wils it so:
With costlie jewels hanging at their eares,
The plot is laid by Persean Noble men,
And bring him Captive to your Highnesse throne.
That like a Foxe in midst of harvest time,
And with thy lookes thou conquerest all thy foes:
By curing of this maimed Emperie.
Brother Cosroe, I find my selfe agreev'd,
That dar'st presume thy Soveraigne for to mocke.
Affrike and Europe bordering on your land,
When other men prease forward for renowne:
But now you see these letters and commandes,
Least you subdue the pride of Christendome?
Now Turkes and Tartars shake their swords at thee,
I am not wise enough to be a kinge,
And languish in my brothers government:
And seeke not to inrich thy followers,
But ere he march in Asia, or display.
And with the Armie of Theridamas,
Shall be reserv'd, and you in better state,
And then applaud his fortunes if you please.
Whether we presently will flie (my Lords)
To see our neighbours that were woont to quake.
By whose desires of discipline in Armes,
Unhappie Persea, that in former age.
And Jove, the Sun, and Mercurie denied.
I might command you to be slaine for this,
Philemus, a Messenger.
Ah Menaphon, I passe not for his threates,
That he may win the Babylonians hearts,
Which is (God knowes) about that Tamburlaine,
(If as thou seem'st, thou art so meane a man)

And yet a shepheard by my Parentage:
Embost with silke as best beseemes my state,
Lie here ye weedes that I disdaine to weare,
Bajazeth, emperor of the Turks.
Threatning the world with high astounding tearms.
By East and west, as Pkœbus doth his course:
To the Gentlemen Readers: and others that take pleasure in reading Histories.
We will invest your Highnesse Emperour:
Is it not a kingly resolution?
Whose foming galle with rage and high disdaine,
Zenocrate, daughter to the Soldan of Egypt.
Your Grace hath taken order by Theridamas,
Well here I sweare by this my royal seat –
With Affrike Captaines, taken in the field:
Therefore tis good and meete for to be wise.
That I may view these milk-white steeds of mine,
Letters of conduct from my mightinesse,
And that which might resolve me into teares,
Tamburlaine the Great.
Meander come, I am abus'd Meander.
What, shall I call thee brother? No, a foe,
His vagrant Ensigne in the Persean fields,
Therefore tis best, if so it lik you all,
To triumph over many Provinces.
Now sits and laughs our regiment to scorne:
To send my thousand horse incontinent,
Now living idle in the walled townes,
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.
Whereat the Souldiers will conceive more joy,
Where all my youth I have bene governed,
Bringing the Crowne to make you Emperour.
And made their spoiles from all our provinces.
Men from the farthest Equinoctiall line,
King of Morocco.
Weele leade you to the stately tent of War:
Wel, since I see the state of Persea droope,
Emperour of Asia, and of Persea,
Hast bene the seat of mightie Conquerors,
And must maintaine my life exempt from servitude.
Behold, my Lord, Ortigius and the rest,
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.
Therefore to stay all sodaine mutinies,
Come lady, let not this appal your thoughts.
To heare the king thus threaten like himselfe?
Bearing his privie signet and his hand:
And cause the souldiers that thus honour me,
How easely may you with a mightie hoste,
I doubt not shortly but to raigne sole king,
In spite of all suspected enemies.
Oft have I heard your Majestie complain,
Tamburlaine, a Scythian shepherd.
To rest secure against my brothers force.
I am (my Lord,) for so you do import.
Of Europe wher the Sun dares scarce appeare,
But Tamburlaine, and that Tartarian rout,
We knew my Lord, before we brought the crowne,
Meaning to mangle all thy Provinces.
But Lady, this faire face and heavenly hew,
If you intend to keep your treasure safe.
Before the Moone renew her borrowed light,
And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay,
Unlesse they have a wiser king than you?
Returne with speed, time passeth swift away,
Lading their shippes with golde and pretious stones:
Long live Cosroe mighty Emperour.
For they are friends that help to weane my state,
Theridamas, farewel ten thousand times.
Cosroe, his brother.
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