King of Natolia, let us treat of peace,

We all are glutted with the Christians blood,

And have a greater foe to fight against,

Proud Tamburlaine, that now in Asia,

Neere Guyrons head doth set his conquering feet,

And means to fire Turky as he goes:

Gainst him my Lord must you addresse your power.

Yet stout Orcanes, Prorex of the world,

Since Tamburlaine hath mustred all his men,

Marching from Cairon northward with his camp,

To Alexandria, and the frontier townes,

Meaning to make a conquest of our land:

Tis requisit to parle for a peace

With Sigismond the king of Hungary:

And save our forces for the hot assaults

Proud Tamburlaine intends Natolia.

Kings of Natolia and of Hungarie,

We came from Turky to confirme a league,

And not to dare ech other to the field:

A friendly parle might become ye both.