Egregious Viceroyes of these Eastern parts

Plac'd by the issue of great Bajazeth ,

And sacred Lord, the mighty Calapine:

Who lives in Egypt, prisoner to that slave,

Which kept his father in an yron cage:

Now have we martcht from faire Natolia

Two hundred leagues, and on Danubius banks,

Our warlike hoste in compleat armour rest,

Where Sigismond the king of Hungary

Should meet our person to conclude a truce.

What? Shall we parle with the Christian,

Or crosse the streame, and meet him in the field?

Though from the shortest Northren Paralell,

Vast Gruntland compass with the frozen sea,

Inhabited with tall and sturdy men,

Gyants as big as hugie Polypheme:

Millions of Souldiers cut the Artick line,

Bringing the strength of Europe to these Armes:

Our Turky blades shal glide through al their throats,

And make this champion mead a bloody Fen.

Danubius stream that runs toTrebizon,

Shall carte wrapt within his scarlet waves,

As martiall presents to our friends at home,

The slaughtered bodies of these Christians.

The Terrene main wherin Danubius fals,

Shall by this battell be the bloody Sea.

The wandring Sailers of proud Italy,

Shall meet those Christians fleeting with the tyde,

Beating in heaps against their Argoses,

And make faire Europe mounted on her bull,

Trapt with the wealth and riches of the world,

Alight and weare a woful mourning weed.

Viceroy of Byron, wisely hast thou said:

My realme, the Center of our Empery

Once lost, All Turkie would be overthrowne:

And for that cause the Christians shall have peace

Slavonians, Almains, Rutters, Muffes, and Danes

Feare not Orcanes, but great Tamburlaine :

Nor he but Fortune that hath made him great.

We have revolted Grecians, Albanees,

Cicilians, Jewes, Arabians, Turks, and Moors,

Natolians, Sorians, blacke Egyptians,

Illirians, Thracians, and Bythinians,

Enough to swallow forcelesse Sigismond,

Yet scarse enough t'encounter Tamburlaine.

He brings a world of people to the field,

From Scythia to the Orientall Plage

Of India, wher raging Lantchidol

Beates on the regions with his boysterous blowes,

That never sea-man yet discovered:

All Asia is in Armes with Tamburlaine.

Even from the midst of fiery Cancers Tropick,

To Amazonia under Capricorne,

And thence as far as Archipellago:

All Affrike is in Armes with Tamburlaine.

Therefore Viceroies the Christians must have peace.

Stay Sigismond, forgetst thou I am he

That with the Cannon shooke Vienna walles,

And made it dance upon the Continent:

As when the messy substance of the earth,

Quiver about the Axeltree of heaven.

Forgetst thou that I sent a shower of cartes

Mingled with powdered shot and fethered steele

So thick upon the blink-ei'd Burghers heads,

That thou thy self, then County-Pallatine,

The king of Boheme, and the Austrich Duke,

Sent Herralds out, which basely on their knees

In all your names desirde a truce of me?

Forgetst thou, that to have me raise my siege,

Wagons of gold were set before my tent:

Stampt with the princely Foule that in her wings

Caries the fearfull thunderbolts of Jove .

How canst thou think of this and offer war?

So press are we, but yet if Sigismond

Speake as a friend, and stand not upon tearmes,

Here is his sword, let peace be ratified

On these conditions specified before,

Drawen with advise of our Ambassadors.

But confirme it with an oath,

And sweare in sight of heaven and by thy Christ.

By sacred Mahomet, the friend of God,

Whose holy Alcaron remaines with us,

Whose glorious body when he left the world,

Closde in a coffyn mounted up the aire,

And hung on stately Mecas Temple roofe,

I sweare to keepe this truce inviolable:

Of whose conditions, and our solemne othes

Sign'd with our handes, each shal retaine a scrowle:

As memorable witnesse of our league.

Now Sigismond, if any Christian King

Encroche upon the confines of thy realme,

Send woord, Orcanes of Natolia

Confirm'd this league beyond Danubius streame,

And they will (trembling) sound a quicke retreat,

So am I fear'd among all Nations.

I thank thee Sigismond, but when I war

All Asia Minor, Affrica, and Greece

Follow my Standard and my thundring Drums:

Come let us goe and banquet in our tents:

I will dispatch chiefe of my army hence

To faire Natolie, and to Trebizon,

To stay my comming gainst proud Tamburlaine.

Freend Sigismond, and peeres of Hungary,

Come banquet and carouse with us a while,

And then depart we to our territories.

Gazellus, Uribassa, and the rest,

Now will we march from proud Orminius mount

To faire Natolia, where our neighbour kings

Expect our power and our royall presence,

T'incounter with the quell Tamburlain,

That nigh Larissa swaies a mighty hoste,

And with the thunder of his martial tooles

Makes Earthquakes in the hearts of men and heaven.

Traitors, villaines, damned Christians.

Have I not here the articles of peace,

And solemne covenants we have both confirm'd,

He by his Christ, and I by Mahomet?

Can there be such deceit in Christians,

Or treason in the fleshly heart of man,

Whose shape is figure of the highest God?

Then if there be a Christ, as Christians say,

But in their deeds deny him for their Christ:

If he be son to everliving Jove,

And hath the power of his outstretched arme,

If he be jealous of his name and honor,

As is our holy prophet Mahomet,

Take here these papers as our sacrifice

And wimesse of thy servants perjury.

Open thou shining vaile of Cynthia

And make a passage from the imperiall heaven

That he that sits on high and never sleeps,

Nor in one place is circumscriptible,

But every where fils every Continent,

With strange infusion of his sacred vigor,

May in his endlesse power and puritie

Behold and venge this Traitors perjury.

Thou Christ that art esteem'd omnipotent,

If thou wilt proove thy selfe a perfect God,

Worthy the worship of all faithfull hearts,

Be now reveng'd upon this Traitors soule,

And make the power I have left behind

(Too litle to defend our guiltlesse lives)

Sufficient to discomfort and confound

The trustlesse force of those false Christians.

To armes my Lords, on Christ still let us crie,

If there be Christ, we shall have victorie.

Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods,

And Christ or Mahomet hath bene my friend.

Now shall his barbarous body be a pray

To beasts and foules, and al the winds shall breath

Through shady leaves of every sencelesse tree,

Murmures and hisses for his heinous sin.

Now scaldes his soule in the Tartarian streames,

And feeds upon the baneful! tree of hell,

That Zoacum , that fruit of bytternesse,

That in the midst of fire is ingraft,

Yet flourisheth as Flora in her pride,

With apples like the heads of damned Feends.

The Dyvils there in chaines of quencelesse flame,

Shall lead his soule through Orcus burning gulfe:

From paine to paine, whose change shal never end:

What saiest thou yet Gazellus to his foile:

Which we referd to justice of his Christ,

And to his power, which here appeares as full

As rates of Cynthia to the clearest sight?

Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured,

Not dooing Mahomet an injurie,

Whose power had share in this our victory:

And since this miscreant hath disgrac'd his faith,

And died a traitor both to heaven and earth,

We wil both watch and ward shall keepe his trunke

Amidst these plaines, for Foules to pray upon.

Go Uribassa, give it straight in charge.

And now Gazellus, let us haste and meete

Our Army and our brother of Jerusalem,

Of Soria , Trebizon and Amasia,

And happily with full Natolian bowles

Of Greekish wine now let us celebrate

Our happy conquest, and his angry fate.

Calepinus Cyricelibes, otherwise Cybelius, son and successive heire to the late mighty Emperour Bajazeth, by the aid of God and his friend Mahomet, Emperour of Natolia, Jerusalem, Trebizon, Soria , Amasia, Thracia, Illyrie, Carmonia and al the hundred and thirty Kingdomes late contributory to his mighty father. Long live Callepinus, Emperour of Turky .

I have a hundred thousand men in armes,

Some, that in conquest of the perjur'd Christian,

Being a handfull to a mighty hoste,

Thinke them in number yet sufficient,

To drinke the river Nile or Euphrates,

And for their power, ynow to win the world.

Our battaile then in martiall maner pitcht,

According to our ancient use, shall beare

The figure of the semi-circled Moone:

Whose homes shall sprinkle through the tainted aire,

The poisoned braines of this proud Scythian.

Now, he that cals himself the scourge of Jove,

The Emperour of the world, and earthly God,

Shal end the warlike progresse he intends,

And traveile hedlong to the lake of hell:

Where legions of devils (knowing he must die

Here in Natolie, by your highnesse hands)

All brandishing their brands of quenchlesse fire,

Streching their monstrous pawes, grin with their teeth,

And guard the gates to entertaine his soule.

So from Arabia desert, and the bounds

Of that sweet land, whose brave Metropolis

Reedified the faire Semyramis,

Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse,

Since last we numbred to your Majesty.

Now thou art fearfull of thy armies strength,

Thou wouldst with overmatch of person fight,

But Shepheards issue, base borne Tamburlaine,

Thinke of thy end, this sword shall lance thy throat.

But Tamburlaine, first thou shalt kneele to us

And humbly crave a pardon for thy life.

What, take it man.

So he shal, and weare thy head in his Scutchion.

No, we wil meet thee slavish Tamburlain.

Thou shewest the difference twixt our selves and thee

In this thy barbarous damned tyranny.

Revenge it Radamanth and Eacus,

And let your hates extended in his paines,

Expell the hate wherewith he paines our soules.

O thou that swaiest the region under earth,

And art a king as absolute as Jove,

Come as thou didst in fruitfull Scicilie,

Survaieng all the glories of the land:

And as thou took'st the faire Proserpina,

Joying the fruit of Ceres garden plot,

For love, for honor, and to make her Queene,

So for just hate, for shame, and to subdew

This proud contemner of thy dreadfull power,

Come once in furie and survey his pride,

Haling him headlong to the lowest hell.

Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame

The hatefull fortunes of thy victory,

To exercise upon such guiltlesse Dames,

The violence of thy common Souldiours lust?

First let thy Scythyan horse teare both our limmes

Rather then we should draw thy chariot,

And like base slaves abject our princely mindes

To vile and ignominious servitude.