Now worthy Tamburlaine, have I reposde,

In thy approoved Fortunes all my hope,

What thinkst thou man, shal come of our attemptes?

For even as from assured oracle,

I take thy doome for satisfaction.

Which I esteeme as portion of my crown.

Usumcansae and Techelles both,

When she that rules in Rhamnis golden gates,

And makes a passage for all prosperous Armes,

Shall make me solely Emperour of Asia :

Then shall your meeds and vallours be advaunst

Toroomes of honour and Nobilitie.

Come, Tamburlain, now whet thy winged sword

And lift thy lofty arme into the cloudes,

That it may reach the King of Perseas crowne,

And set it safe on my victorious head.

Thy words assure me of kind successe:

Go valiant Souldier, go before and charge

The fainting army of that foolish King.