Renowmed Emperour, mighty
Callepine,
Gods great lieftenant over all the world:
Here at Alepo with an hoste of men
Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persea:
In
number more than are the quyvering leaves
Of Idas forrest, where your highnesse hounds,
With open crie pursues the wounded Stag:
Who meanes to gyrt Natolias walles with siege,
Fire the towne and overrun the land.
