« 이전계속 »
Giving thee nectar and ambrosia,
Ah, sweet Theridamas, say so no more! Behold me here, divine Zenocrate,
Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, Raving, impatient, desperate, and mad,
And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Breaking my steelèd lance, with which I burst Whero'er her soul be, thou [To the body) shalt The rusty beams of Janus' temple-doors,
stay with me, Letting out Death and tyrannizing War,
Embalm'd with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh, To march with me under this bloody flag ! Not lapt in lead, but in a sheet of gold, And, if thou pitiest Tamburlaine the Great, And, till I die, thou shalt not be interr'd. Corne down from heaven, and live with me again ! Then in as rich a tomb as Mausolus'* Ther. Ah, good my lord, be patient ! she is We both will rest, and have onet epitaph dead,
Writ in as many several languages And all this raging cannot make her live. As I have conquer'd kingdoms with my sword. If words might serve, our voice hath rent the air; This cursèd town will I consume with fire, If tears, our eyes have water'd all the earth; Because this place bereft me of my love; If grief, our murder'd hearts have strain'd forth The houses, burnt, will look as if they mourn'd; blood :
And here will I set up her stature, Nothing prevails,* for she is dead, my lord. And march about it with my mourning camp, Tamb. For she is dead, thy words do pierce | Drooping and pining for Zenocrate. my soul :
[The arras is drawn.
Do us such honour and supremacy, Enter the KINGS OF TREBIZON and Soria I, one bringing a
Bearing the vengeance of our father's wrongs, sword and the other a sceptre ; next, ORCANES king of As all the world should blot hiss dignities Natolia, and the KING OF JERUSALEM with the impe Out of the book of base-born infamies. rinl crown, after, CALLAPINE; and, after him, olher
And now I doubt not but your royal cares
That, since the heir of mighty Bajazeth Orc. Callapinus Cyricelibes, otherwise Cybelius, (An emperor so honour'd for his virtues) son and successive heir to the late mighty Revives the spirits of all || true Turkish hearts, emperor Bajazeth, by the aid of God and his In grievous memory of his father's shame, friend Mahomet, Emperor of Natolia, Jerusalem, We shall not need to nourish any doubt, Trebizon, Soria, Amasia, Thracia, Ilyria, Carmania, But that proud Fortune, who hath follow'd long and all the hundred and thirty kingdoms late The martial sword of mighty Tamburlaine, contributory to his mighty father,- long live Will now retain her old inconstancy, Callapinus, Emperor of Turkey !
And raise our honours to as high a pitch, Call. Thrice-worthy kings, of Natolia and the In this our strong and fortunate encounter; rest,
For so hath heaven provided my escape I will requite your royal gratitudes
From all the cruelty my soul sustain'd, With all the benefits my empire yields;
By this my friendly keeper's happy means, And, were the sinews of th' imperial seat
That Jove, surcharg'd with pity of our wrongs, So knit and strengthen'd as when Bajazeth, My royal lord and father, fill'd the throne,
• Mausolus'] Wrong quantity. Whose cursèd fate I hath so dismember'd it,
f one) So the 8vo ("on").—The 4to "our.“
1 stature) See note 8, p. 27. - So the 8vo.—The Ato Then should you see this thief of Scythia,
“statue." Here the metre would be assisted by reading This proud usurping king of Persia,
"statua," which is frequently found in our early writers: see iny Remarks on Mr. Collier's and Mr. Knight's editions
of Shokespeare, p. 186. * prevails) i.e. avails.
& his Old eds. "our." † Soria) See note t, p. 44.
ll allSo the Svo.-Omitted in the 4to. fate) So the 8vo. —The 4to "fates."
Thonours) So the 8vo.-The 4to "honour.”
Will pour it down in showers on our heads, Call. Then will I shortly keep my promise, Scourging the pride of cursèd Tamburlaine.
Almeda. Orc. I have a hundred thousand men in arms;
Alm. Why, I thank your majesty. [E.ceunt.
Enter TAMBURLAINE and his three sons, CALYPHAS, A MYRAS, That on mount Sinai, with their ensiyns spread,
and CELEBINUS; UstMCASANE; four Attendants bear.
ing the hearse of ZKNOCRATE, and the drums suntnding Look like the parti-colour'd clouds of heaven
a doleful march; the town burning. That shew fair weather to the neighbour morn. Tamb. So burn the turrets of this cursèd town, K. of Treb. And I as many bring from Trebizon,
Flame to the highest region of the air, Chio, Famastro, and Amasia,
And kindle heaps of exhalations, All bordering on the Mare-Major-sea,
That, being fiery meteors, may presage Riso, Sancina, and the bordering towns
Death and destruction to the inhabitants ! That touch the end of famous Eupbrates,
Over my zenith hang a blazing star, Whose courages are kindled with the flames
That may endure till heaven be dissolv'd, The cursed Scythian sets on all their towns,
Fed with the fresh supply of earthly dregs, And vow to burn the villain's cruel heart.
Threatening a dearth and famine to this land ! K. of Sor. From Soriag with seventy thousand
Flying dragons, lightuing, fearful thunder-claps, strong,
Singe these fair plains, and make them seem as Ta'en from Aleppo, Soldino, Tripoly,
black And so unto my city of Damascus,ll
As is the island where the Furies mask, I march to meet and aid my neighbour kings;
Compass’d with Lethe, Styx, and Phlegethon, All which will join against this Tamburlaine,
Because my dear Zenocrate is dead ! And bring him captive to your highness' feet.
Caly. This pillar, plac'd in memory of her, Orc. Our battle, then, in martial manner pitch'd, Where ju Arabian, Hebrew, Greek, is writ, According to our ancient use, shall bear
This town, being burnt by Tumburlaine the Great, The figure of the semicircled moon,
Forbids the world to build it up again. Whose horns shall sprinkle through the tainted
Amy. And here this mournful streamer shall air
be plac'd, The poison'd brains of this proud Scythian.
Wrought with the Persian and th' + Egyptian Call. Well, then, my noble lords, for this my
To signify she was a princess born, That freed me from the bondage of my foe,
And wife unto the monarch of the East. I think it requisite and honourable
Cel. And here this table as a register To keep my promise and to make him king,
Of all her virtues and perfections. That is a gentleman, I know, at least.
Tamb. And here the picture of Zenocrate, Alm. That's no matter, s sir, for being a king; To shew her beauty which the world admir'd; or Tamburlaine came up of nothing.
Sweet picture of divine Zenocrate, K. of Jer. Your majesty may choose some
That, hanging here, will draw the gods from 'pointed time,
heaven, Performing all your promise to the full ;
And cause the stars fix'd in the southern arc, 'Tis naught for your majesty to give a kingdom.
(Whose lovely faces never any view'd * in conquest] So the 4to.—The Svo " in the conquest."
That bave not pass'd the centre's latitude) Judaa) So the 8vo. - The 4to “Juda."
As pilgrims travel to our hemisphere, Sclavonia's) Old eds. "Scalonians" and "Sclauo- Only to gaze upon Zenocrate. nians."
Thou shalt not beautify Larissa-plains, $ Soria) See note t, p. 44. || Damascus Here the old eds. "Damasco." Soe note, But keep within the circle of mine arms :
That's no matter, &c.] So previously (p. 46, first col.) Almeda speaks in prose, “I like that well," &c.
• dearth) Old ods. "death."
th') So the 8vo.-Omitted in the 4to.
At every town and castle I besiege,
And parapets to hide the musketeers, Thou shalt be set upon my royal tent;
Casemates to place the great* artillery, And, when I meet an army in the field,
And store of ordnance, that from every flank Those* looks will shed such influence in my camp, May scour the outward curtains of the fort, As if Beliona, goddess of the war,
Dismount the cannon of the adverse part, Threw naked swords and sulphur-balls of fire Murder the foe, and save thet walls from breach. Upon the heads of all our enemies.
When tbis is learn'd for service on the land, And now, my lords, advance your spears again; By plain and easy demonstration Sorrow no more, my sweet Casane, now :
I'll teach you how to make the water mount, Boys, leave to mourn ; this town shall ever That you may dry-foot march through lakes and mourn,
pools, Being burnt to cinders for your mother's death. Deep rivers, havens, creeks, and little seas,
Caly. If I had wept a sea of tears for her, And make a fortress in the raging waves, would not ease the sorrowst I sustain.
Fenc'd with the concave of a monstrous rock, Amy. As is that town, so is my heart consum'd | Invincible by naturef of the place. with grief and sorrow for my mother's death. When this is done, then are ye soldiers, Cel. My mother's death bath mortified my And worthy sons of Tamburlaine the Great. mind,
Caly. My lord, but this is dangerous to be done; And sorrow stops the passage of my speech. We may be slain or wounded ere we learn. Tamb. But now, my boys, leave off, and list to Tamb. Villain, art thou the son of Tamburlaine, mo,
And fear'st to die, or with ag curtle-axe That mean to teach you rudiments of war. To hew thy flesh, and make a gaping wound? I'll have you loaru to sleep upon the ground, Hast thou beheld a peal of ordnance strike March in your armour thorough watery fens, A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse, || Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold, Whose shatter'd limbs, being toss'd as high as Hunger and thirst, I right adjuncts of the war;
heaven, And, after this, to scale a castle-wall,
Hang in the air as thick as sunny motes, Besiege a fort, to undermine a town,
And canst thou, coward, stand in fear of death? And make whole cities caper in the air :
Hast thou not seen my horsemen charge the foe, Then next, the way to fortify your men;
Shot through the arms, cut overthwart the hands, In champions grounds what figureserves you best, Dying their lances with their streaming blood, For which || the quinque-angle form is meet, And yet at night carouse within my tent, Because the corners there may fall more flat Filling their empty veins with airy wine, Whereas the fort may fittest be assail'd, That, being concocted, turns to crimson blood, And sharpest where th' assault is desperate : And wilt thou shun the field for fear of wounds ? The ditches must be deep; the** counterscarps View me, thy father, that hath conquer'd kings, Narrow and steep; the walls made high and And, with his host, march’d** round about the broad;
earth, The bulwarks and the rampires large and strong, Quite void of scars and clear from any wound, With cavalierostt and thick counterforts,
That by the wars lost not a droptt of blood, And room within to lodge six thousand men; And see him lance II his flesh to teach you all. It must have privy ditches, countermines,
[He cuts his arm. And secret issuings to defend the ditch ;
A wound is nothing, be it ne'er so deep ;
* great) So the 8vo.- The 4to “greatst."
the] Old eds. "their."
I by nature) So the 8vo.-The 4to“by the nature." • Those] Old ods. “Whose."
§ a) So the 4to.- The 8vo "the." + sorrows] So the 8vo.-- The 4to "sorrow."
|| A ring of pikes, mingled with shot and horse] Qy. I thirst) So the 4to.—The 8vo “colde."
“foot" instead of " shot"? (but the “ring of pikes" is $ champion) i.e, champaign.
“ foot "). - The Revd, J. Mitford proposes to read, “A 11 which) Old eds. "with."
ring of pikes and horse, mangled with shot." Whereas, i.e. Where.
his) So the 8vo - The 4to "this." ** the) So the 8vo.-The 4to "and,"
** march'd] So the 4to.--The 8vo "martch." it cavalieros) See note!, p. 52.
#t drop) So the 8vo.-The 4to“dram." 11 argins] Argine, Ital.
An embankment, a rain :! lance) So the 4to.-Here the 8vo "lanch": but afterparl. bd.. 1826.
wards more than once it has " lance."
Blood is the god of war's rich livery.
Enter TECHELLES, TEERIDAMAS, and their train As if a chair of gold enamelled,
Ther. Thus have we march'd northward from Enchas'd with diamonds, sapphires, rubies,
Tamburlaine, And fairest pearl of wealthy India,
Unto the frontier point* of Soria ;+ Were mounted here under a canopy,
And this is Balsera, their chiefest hold. And I sat down, cloth'd with a massy robe Wherein is all the treasure of the land. That late adorn'd the Afric potentate,
Tech. Then let us bring our light artillery, Whom I brought bound unto Damascus' walls. Minions, falc'nets, and sakers, I to the trench, Come, boys, and with your fingers search my Filling the ditches with the walls' wide breach, wound,
And enter in to seize upon the hold 5.And in my blood wash all your hands at once, How say you, soldiers, shall we not? While I sit smiling to behold the sight.
Soldiers. Yes, iny lord, yes; come, let's about it. Now, my boys, what think ye of a wound?
Ther. But stay a ile; summon a parle, Caly. I know not* what I should think of it;
drum. methinks 'tis a pitiful sight.
It may be they will yield it quietly, it Cel. 'Tist nothing.–Give me a wound, fatber. Knowing two kings, the friends to Tamburlaine, Amy. And me another, my lord.
Stand at the walls with such a mighty power. Tamb. Come, sirrah, give me your arm.
(A parley sounded. -Captain appear on the walls, Cel. Here, father, cut it bravely, as you did your
with OLYMPIA his wife, and his son
Capt. What require you, my masters? Tamo. It shall suffice thou dar'st abide a Ther. Captain, that thou yield up thy hold wound;
to us. My boy, thou shalt not lose a drop of blood
Capt. To you ! why, do you** think me weary Before we meet the army of the Turk;
of it? But then run desperate through the thickest
Tech. Nay, captain, thou art weary of thy life, throngs,
If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlaine. Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and
Ther. These pioners ++ of Argier in Africa, death;
Even in I the cannon's face, shall raise a hill And let the burning of Larissa-walls,
Of earth and faggots higher than thy fort, My speech of war, and this my wound you see,
And, over thy argins 59 and cover'd ways, Teach you, my boys, to bear courageous minds,
Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine.
Volleys of ordnance, till the breach be made Usumcasane, now come, let us march
That with his ruin fills up all the trench; Towards Techelles and Theridamas,
And, when we enter in, not heaven itself That we have sent before to fire the towns, Shall ransom thee, thy wife, and family. The towers and cities of these hateful Turks,
Tech. Captain, these Moors shall cut the leaden And hunt that coward faint-heart runaway,
pipes With that accursèd I traitor Almeda,
That bring fresh water to thy men and thee, Till fire and sword have found them at a bay.
And lie in trench before thy castle-walls, Usum. I long to pierce his & bowels with my
That no supply of victual shall come in, sword,
Nor (any) issue forth but they shall die ;
And, therefore, captain, yield it quietly. ||
* point] So the 8vo.-The 4to “port."
Soria) See note 4, p. 44. Dare levy arms against our puissance,
1 Minions, falo'nds, and sabers) “All small pieces of That we may tread upon his captive neck, ordnance." Bd. 1826. And treble all his father's slaveries. (E.reunt.
$ hoid) Old eds. "gold" and "golde."
friends) So the 4to.--The 8ro “friend."
1: in so the 8v0.—The 4to "to." I accursed] So the 4to.-The 8vo "cursed."
$$ argins) See note 1, p. 55. his) So the 4to.-The 8vo "the."
Na quietly) So the 8vo.—The 4to "quickely."
Capt. Were you, that are the friends of Tam. Lies heavy on my heart; I cannot live : burlaine, *
I feel my liver piered, and all my veins, Brothers oft holy Mahomet himself,
That there begin and nourish every part, I would not yield it; therefore do your worst : Mangled and torn, and all my entrails bath'd Raise mounts, batter, intrench, and undermine,
In blood that straineth * from their orifex. Cut off the water, all convoys that can,
Farewell, sweet wife! sweet son, farewell ! I die. Yet I am $ resolute : and so, farewell.
Dies. (Captain, OLYMPIA, and son, retire from the walls. Olym. Death, whither art thou gone, that both Ther. Pioners, away! and where I stuck the
we live? stake,
Come back again, sweet Death, and strike us both! Intrench with those dimensions I prescrib’d;
One minute and our days, and one sepulchre Cast up the earth towards the castle-wall, Contain our bodies! Death, why com’st thou not Which, till it may defend you, labour low, Well, this must be the messenger for thee: Add few or none shall perish by their shot.
(Draving a dugger. Pioners. We will, my
lord. [Exeunt Pioners. Now, ugly Death, stretch out thy sable wings, Tech. A hundred horse shall scout about the And carry both our souls where his remains. — plains,
Tell me, sweet boy, art thou content to die? To spy what force comes to relieve the hold. These barbarous Scythians, full of cruelty, Both we, Theridamas, will intrench our men, And Moors, in whom was never pity found, And with the Jacob's staff measure the height Will hew us piecemeal, put us to the wheel, And distance of the castle from the trench, Or else invent some torture worse than that; That we may know if our artillery
Therefore die by thy loving mother's band, Will carry full point-blank unto their walls. Who gently now will lance thy ivory throat,
Ther. Then see the bringing of our ordnance And quickly rid thee both of pain and life. Along the trench into || the battery,
Son. Mother, despatch me, or I'll kill myself; Where we will have gallions of six foot broad, For think you I can live and see him dead ? To save our cannoneers from musket-shot; Give me your knife, good mother, or strike home:t Betwixt which shall our ordnance thunder forth, The Scythians shall not tyrannize on me: And with the breach's fall, smoke, fire, and dust, Sweet mother, strike, that I
father. The crack, the echo, and the soldiers' cry,
(She stabs hin, and he dres. Make deaf the air and dim the crystal sky.
Olym. Ah, sacred Mahomet, if this be sin, Tech. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently! | Entreat a pardon of the God of heaven, And, soldiers, play the men; the hold 9 is yours! And purge my soul before it come to thee !
She burns the bodies of her husband and son, and
then attempts to kill herself.
Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and all their train.
Ther. How now, madam! what are you doing? SCENE IV.
Olym. Killing myself, as I have done my son, Alarms within. Enter the Captain, with OLYMPIA, and Whose body, with his father's, I have burnt, his Son.
Lest cruel Scythians should dismember him. Olym. Come, good my lord, and let us haste
Tech. 'Twas bravely done, and like a soldier's from hence,
wife. Along the cave that leads beyond the foe: Thou shalt with us to Tamburlaine the Great, No hope is left to save this conquer'd hold.
Who, when he hears how resolute thou wert, I Capt. A deadly bullet, gliding through my side, Will match thee with a viceroy or a king. • Were you, that are the friends of Tamburlaine) So Olym. My lord deceas'd was dearer unto me the 8vo. The 4to "Were all you that are friends of Than any viceroy, king, or emperor; Tamburlaine,"
And for his sake here will I end my days. toj] So the 8v0.—The 4to “to."
I all convoys that can) 1.o. (I believe) all convoys (con Ther. But, lady, go with us to Tamburlaine, veyances) that can be cut off. The modern editors alter And thou shalt see a man greater than Mahomet, ** can " to "come." $ I am) So the 8vo. - The 4to "am 1."
straineth] So the 4to.-The 8vo “staineth." Il into] So the 8vo.- The 4to "vnto."
home ) So the 8vo.-The 4to “haue." I hold) So the 4to.—The 8vo "holds."
I wert] So the 8vo.-Tho 4to "art."