bove [240] the threefold astracism of heaven,
Before I conquer all the triple world.--
Now fetch me out the Turkish concubines:
I will prefer them for the funeral
They have bestow'd on my abortive son.
[The CONCUBINES are brought in.]
Where are my common soldiers now, that fought
So lion-like upon Asphaltis' plains?

SOLDIERS. Here, my lord.

TAMBURLAINE.
Hold ye, tall [241] soldiers, take ye queens a-piece,--
I mean such queens as were kings' concubines;
Take them; divide them, and their [242] jewels too,
And let them equally serve all your turns.

SOLDIERS. We thank your majesty.

TAMBURLAINE. Brawl not, I warn you, for your lechery;
For every man that so offends shall die.

ORCANES. Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame
The hateful fortunes of thy victory,
To exercise upon such guiltless dames
The violence of thy common soldiers' lust?

TAMBURLAINE.
Live continent, [243] then, ye slaves, and meet not me
With troops of harlots at your slothful heels.

CONCUBINES. O, pity us, my lord, and save our honours!

TAMBURLAINE. Are ye not gone, ye villains, with your spoils?
[The SOLDIERS run away with the CONCUBINES.]

KING OF JERUSALEM. O, merciless, infernal cruelty!

TAMBURLAINE. Save your honours! 'twere but time indeed,
Lost long before ye knew what honour meant.

THERIDAMAS. It seems they meant to conquer us, my lord,
And make us jesting pageants for their trulls.

TAMBURLAINE. And now themselves shall make our pageant,
And common soldiers jest [244] with all their trulls.
Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoils,
Till we prepare our march to Babylon,
Whither we next make expedition.

TECHELLES. Let us not be idle, then, my lord,
But presently be prest [245] to conquer it.

TAMBURLAINE. We will, Techelles.--Forward, then, ye jades!
Now crouch, ye kings of greatest Asia,
And tremble, when ye hear this scourge will come
That whips down cities and controlleth crowns,
Adding their wealth and treasure to my store.
The Euxine sea, north to Natolia;
The Terrene, [246] west; the Caspian, north northeast;
And on the south, Sinus Arabicus;
Shall all [247] be loaden with the martial spoils
We will convey with us to Persia.
Then shall my