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?

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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?

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, 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?

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.

Here Turk, wilt thou have a cleane trencher?

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

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

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.

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.

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.