How now Casane? See a knot of kings,

Sitting as if they were a telling ridles.

Why, so he is Casane, I am here,

But yet Ile save their lives and make them slaves.

Ye petty kings of Turkye I am come,

As Hector did into the Grecian campe,

To overdare the pride of Græcia ,

And set his warlike person to the view

Of fierce Achilles, rivall of his fame.

I doe you honor in the simile ,

For if I should as Hector did Achilles,

(The worthiest knight that ever brandisht sword)

Challenge in combat any of you all,

I see how fearfully ye would refuse,

And fly my glove as from a Scorpion.

Villain, the shepheards issue, at whose byrth

Heaven did affoord a gratious aspect,

And join'd those stars that shall be opposite,

Even till the dissolution of the world,

And never meant to make a Conquerour,

So famous as is mighty Tamburlain:

Shall so torment thee and that Callapine,

That like a roguish runnaway, suborn'd

That villaine there, that slave, that Turkish dog,

To false his service to his Soveraigne,

As ye shal curse the byrth of Tamburlaine.

Sirha, Callapine, Ile hang a clogge about your necke for running away againe, you shall not trouble me thus to come and fetch you.

But as for you (Viceroy) you shal have bits,

And harnest like my horses, draw my coch,

And when ye stay, be lasht with whips of wier:

Ile have you learne to feed on provender,

And in a stable lie upon the planks.

Wel sirs, diet your selves, you knowe I shall have occasion shortly to journey you.

Villaine, traitor, damned fugitive,

Ile make thee wish the earth had swallowed thee:

Seest thou not death within my wrathfull looks?

Goe villaine, cast thee headlong from a rock,

Or rip thy bowels, and rend out thy heart,

T'appease my wrath, or els Ile torture thee,

Searing thy hatefull flesh with burning yrons,

And drops of scalding lead, while all thy joints

Be racks and beat asunder with the wheele,

For if thou livest, not any Element

Shal shrowde thee from the wrath of Tamburlaine.

Go too sirha, take your crown, and make up the halfe dozen. So sirha, now you are a king you must give armes.

No, let him hang a bunch of keies on his standerd, to put him in remembrance he was a Jailor, that when I take him, I may knocke out his braines with them, and lock you in the stable, when you shall come sweating from my chariot.

Sirha, prepare whips, and bring my chariot to my Tent: For as soone as the battaile is done, Ile ride in triumph through the Camp. Enter Theridamas, Techelles, and their traine.

How now ye pety kings, foe, here are Bugges

Wil make the haire stand upright on your heads,

And cast your crownes in slavery at their feet.

Welcome Theridamas and Techelles both,

See ye this rout, and know ye this same king?

Wel, now you see hee is a king, looke to him.

You knowe not sir:

But now my followers and my loving friends,

Fight as you ever did, like Conquerours,

The glorie of this happy day is yours:

My sterne aspect shall make faire Victory,

Hovering betwixt our armies, light on me,

Loden with Lawrell wreathes to crowne us all.

You shall be princes all immediatly:

Come fight ye Turks, or yeeld us victory.