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Act 4, Scene 4

The Banquet, and to it commeth Tamburlain al in scarlet, Theridamas,Techelles, Usumcasane, the Turke, with others.

Tamburlaine
Now hang our bloody collours by Damascus ,
Reflexing hewes of blood upon their heads,
While they walke quivering on their citie walles,
Halfe dead for feare before they feele my wrath:
Then let us freely banquet and carouse
Full bowles of wine unto the God of war,
That meanes to fill your helmets full of golde:
And make Damascus spoiles as rich to you,
As was to Jason Colchos golden fleece.
And now Bajazeth, hast thou any stomacke?


Bajazeth
I, such a stomacke (cruel Tambulaine) as I could willinglyfeed upon thy blood-raw hart.


Tamburlaine
Nay, thine owne is easier to come by, plucke out that,andtwil serve thee and thy wife: Wel Zenocrate, Techelles, and the rest, fall to your victuals.

Bajazeth
Fall to, and never may your meat digest.
Ye Furies that can maske invisible,
Dive to the bottome of Avernus poole,
And in your hands bring hellish poison up,
And squease it in the cup of Tamburlain
Or winged snakes of Lerna cast your stings,
And leave your venoms in this Tyrants dish.

Zabina
And may this banquet proove as omenous,
As Prognes toth'adulterous Thracian King,
That fed upon the substance of his child.


Zenocrate
My Lord, how can you suffer these outragious curses bythese slaves of yours?

Tamburlaine
To let them see (divine Zenocrate)
I glorie in the curses of my foes,
Having the power from the Emperiall heaven,
To turne them al upon their proper heades.


Techelles
I pray you give them leave Madam, this speech is a
goodly refreshing to them.


Theridamas
But if his highnesse would let them be fed, it would
doe them more good.


Tamburlaine
Sirra, why fall you not too, are you so daintily
brought up, you cannot eat your owne flesh?


Bajazeth
First legions of devils shall teare thee in peeces.


Usumcasane
Villain, knowest thou to whom thou speakest?


Tamburlaine
O let him alone: here, eat sir, take it from my
swords point, or Ile thrust it to thy heart.

He takes it and stamps upon it.


Theridamas
He stamps it under his feet my Lord.


Tamburlaine
Take it up Villaine , and eat it, or I will make thee
slice the brawnes of thy armes into carbonadoes, and eat them.


Usumcasane
Nay, twere better he kild his wife, and then she
shall be sure not to be starv'd, and he be provided for a mon-
eths victuall before hand.


Tamburlaine
Here is my dagger, dispatch her while she is fat,
for if she live but a while longer, shee will fall into a con-
sumption with freatting, and then she will not bee woorth the
eating.


Theridamas
Doost thou think that Mahomet wil suffer this?


Techelles
Tis like he wil, when he cannot let it.


Tamburlaine
Go to, fal to your meat: what, not a bit? belike he
hath not bene watered to day, give him some drinke. They give him water to drinke, and he flings it on the ground.
Faste and welcome sir, while hunger make you eat.
How now Zenocrate, dooth not the Turke and his wife make a
goodly showe at a banquet?


Zenocrate
Yes, my Lord.


Theridamas
Me thinks, tis a great deale better than a consort of
musicke.


Tamburlaine
Yet musicke woulde doe well to cheare up Zenocrate:
pray thee tel, why art thou so sad? If thou wilt have a song, the
Turke shall straine his voice: but why is it?

Zenocrate
My lord, to see my fathers towne besieg'd,
The countrie wasted where my selfe was borne,
How can it but afflict my verie soule?
If any love remaine in you my Lord,
Or if my love unto your majesty
May merit favour at your highnesse handes,
Then raise your siege from faire Damascus walles,
And with my father take a frindly truce.

Tamburlaine
Zenocrate, were Egypt Joves owne land,
Yet would I with my sword make Jove to stoope.
I will confute those blind Geographers
That make a triple region in the world,
Excluding Regions which I meane to trace,
And with this pen reduce them to a Map,
Calling the Provinces, Citties and townes
After my name and shine Zenocrate:
Here at Damascus will I make the Point
That shall begin the Perpendicular.
And wouldst thou have me buy thy Fathers love
With such a losse? Tell me Zenocrate?

Zenocrate
Honor still weight on happy Tamburlaine:
Yet give me leave to plead for him my Lord.

Tamburlaine
Content thy selfe, his person shall be safe,
And all the friendes of faire Zenocrate,
If with their lives they will be pleasde to yeeld,
Or may be forc'd, to make me Emperour.
For Egypt and Arabia must be mine.
Feede you slave, thou maist thinke thy selfe happie to be fed from
my trencher.

Bajazeth
My empty stomacke ful of idle heat,
Drawes bloody humours from my feeble parses,
Preserving life, by hastingquell death.
My vaines are pale, my sinowes hard and drie,
My jointes benumb'd, unlesse I eat, I die.


Zabina
Eat Bajazeth. Let us live in spite of them,looking some
happie power will pitie and inlarge us.


Tamburlaine
Here Turk, wilt thou have a cleane trencher?


Bajazeth
I Tyrant, and more meat.


Tamburlaine
Soft sir, you must be dieted, too much eating will
make you surfeit.


Theridamas
So it would my lord, specially having so smal a
walke, and so litle exercise.

Enter a second course of Crownes.


Tamburlaine
Theridamas, Techelles and Casane, here are the
cates you desire to finger, are they not?


Theridamas
I (my Lord) but none save kinges must feede with
these.


Techelles
Tis enough for us to see them, and for Tamburlaine
onely to enjoy them.


Tamburlaine
Wel, hereis now to the Souldane of Egypt, the
King of Arabia, and the Governour of Damascus
Now take these three crownes, and pledge me, my contributorie Kings.
I crowne you here (Theridamas) King of Argier : Techelles King
of Fesse, and Usumcasane King of Morocus. How say you to
this (Turke) these are not your contributorie kings.

Bajezeth
Nor shall they long be shine, I warrant them.

Tamburlaine
Kings of Argier, Morocus, and of Fesse,
You that have martcht with happy Tamburlaine,
As far as from the frozen plage of heaven,
Unto the watry mornings ruddy bower,
And thence by land unto the Torrid Zone,
Deserve these tytles I endow you with,
By valure and by magnanimity.
Your byrthes shall be no blemish to your fame,
For vertue is the fount whence honor springs.
And they are worthy she investeth kings.

Theridames
And since your highnesse hath so well vouchsaft,
If we deserve them not with higher meeds
Then erst our states and actions have retain'd,
Take them away againe and make us slaves.

Tamburlaine
Wel said Theridamas, when holy Fates
Shall stablish me in strong Egyptia,
We meane to traveile to th' Antartique Pole,
Conquering the people underneath our feet.
And be renowm'd, as never Emperours were.
Zenocrate, I will not crowne thee yet,
Until with greater honors I be grac'd.

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