Until our bodies turn to elements,
And both our souls aspire celestial thrones.--
Techelles and Casane, welcome him.

TECHELLES. Welcome, renowmed [60] Persian, to us all!

USUMCASANE. Long may Theridamas remain with us!

TAMBURLAINE. These are my friends, in whom I more rejoice
Than doth the king of Persia in his crown;
And, by the love of Pylades and Orestes,
Whose statues [61] we adore in Scythia,
Thyself and them shall never part from me
Before I crown you kings [62] in Asia.
Make much of them, gentle Theridamas,
And they will never leave thee till the death.

THERIDAMAS. Nor thee nor them, [63] thrice-noble Tamburlaine,
Shall want my heart to be with gladness pierc'd,
To do you honour and security.

TAMBURLAINE. A thousand thanks, worthy Theridamas.--
And now, fair madam, and my noble lords,
If you will [64] willingly remain with me,
You shall have honours as your merits be;
Or else you shall be forc'd with slavery.

AGYDAS. We yield unto thee, happy Tamburlaine.

TAMBURLAINE. For you, then, madam, I am out of doubt.

ZENOCRATE. I must be pleas'd perforce,--wretched Zenocrate!

[Exeunt.]

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Enter COSROE, MENAPHON, ORTYGIUS, and CENEUS, with SOLDIERS.

COSROE. Thus far are we towards Theridamas,
And valiant Tamburlaine, the man of fame,
The man that in the forehead of his fortune
Bears figures of renown and miracle.
But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon,
What stature wields he, and what personage?

MENAPHON. Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned,
Like his desire, lift upwards and divine;
So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,
Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear
Old Atlas' burden; 'twixt his manly pitch, [65]
A pearl more worth than all the world is plac'd,
Wherein by curious sovereignty of art
Are fix'd his piercing instruments of sight,
Whose fiery circles bear encompassed
A heaven of heavenly bodies in their spheres,
That guides his steps and actions to the throne
Where honour sits invested royally;
Pale of complexion, wrought in him with passion,
Thirsting with sovereignty and [66] love of arms;
His lofty brows in folds do figure death,
And in their smoothness amity and life;
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