ll chase the stars from heaven, and dim their eyes
That stand and muse at our admired arms.

THERIDAMAS. You see, my lord, what working words he hath;
But, when you see his actions top [87] his speech,
Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth
As I shall be commended and excus'd
For turning my poor charge to his direction:
And these his two renowmed [88] friends, my lord,
Would make one thirst [89] and strive to be retain'd
In such a great degree of amity.

TECHELLES. With duty and [90] with amity we yield
Our utmost service to the fair [91] Cosroe.

COSROE. Which I esteem as portion of my crown.
Usumcasane and Techelles both,
When she [92] that rules in Rhamnus' [93] golden gates,
And makes a passage for all prosperous arms,
Shall make me solely emperor of Asia,
Then shall your meeds [94] and valours be advanc'd
To rooms of honour and nobility.

TAMBURLAINE. Then haste, Cosroe, to be king alone,
That I with these my friends and all my men
May triumph in our long-expected fate.
The king, your brother, is now hard at hand:
Meet with the fool, and rid your royal shoulders
Of such a burden as outweighs the sands
And all the craggy rocks of Caspia.

Enter a MESSENGER.

MESSENGER. My lord,
We have discovered the enemy
Ready to charge you with a mighty army.

COSROE. Come, Tamburlaine; now whet thy winged sword,
And lift thy lofty arm into [95] the clouds,
That it may reach the king of Persia's crown,
And set it safe on my victorious head.

TAMBURLAINE. See where it is, the keenest curtle-axe
That e'er made passage thorough Persian arms!
These are the wings shall make it fly as swift
As doth the lightning or the breath of heaven,
And kill as sure [96] as it swiftly flies.

COSROE. Thy words assure me of kind success:
Go, valiant soldier, go before, and charge
The fainting army of that foolish king.

TAMBURLAINE. Usumcasane and Techelles, come:
We are enow to scare the enemy,
And more than needs to make an emperor.

[Exeunt to the battle.]

SCENE IV.

Enter MYCETES with his crown in his hand. [97]

MYCETES. Accurs'd be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah, they knew not, simple men,
How those were [98] hit by pelting cannon-sho