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.