TAMBURLAINE. Zenocrate, were Egypt Jove's own land, Yet would I with my sword make Jove to stoop. I will confute those blind geographers That make a triple region in the world, Excluding regions which I mean to trace, And with this pen [233] reduce them to a map, Calling the provinces, cities, and towns, After my name and thine, Zenocrate: Here at Damascus will I make the point That shall begin the perpendicular: And wouldst thou have me buy thy father's love With such a loss? tell me, Zenocrate. ZENOCRATE. Honour still wait on happy Tamburlaine! Yet give me leave to plead for him, my lord. TAMBURLAINE. Content thyself: his person shall be safe, And all the friends of fair Zenocrate, If with their lives they will be pleas'd to yield, Or may be forc'd to make me emperor; For Egypt and Arabia must be mine.-- Feed, you slave; thou mayst think thyself happy to be fed from my trencher. BAJAZETH. My empty stomach, full of idle heat, Draws bloody humours from my feeble parts, Preserving life by hastening [234] cruel death. My veins are pale; my sinews hard and dry; My joints benumb'd; unless I eat, I die. ZABINA. Eat, Bajazeth; let us live in spite of them, looking some happy power will pity and enlarge us. TAMBURLAINE. Here, Turk; wilt thou have a clean trencher? BAJAZETH. Ay, tyrant, and more meat. TAMBURLAINE. Soft, sir! you must be dieted; too much eating will make you surfeit. THERIDAMAS. So it would, my lord, 'specially [235] having so small a walk and so little exercise. [A second course is brought in of crowns.] TAMBURLAINE. Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane, here are the cates you desire to finger, are they not? THERIDAMAS. Ay, my lord: but none save kings must feed with these. TECHELLES. 'Tis enough for us to see them, and for Tamburlaine only to enjoy them. TAMBURLAINE. Well; here is now to the Soldan of Egypt, the King of Arabia, and the Governor of Damascus. Now, take these three crowns, and pledge me, my contributory kings. I crown you here, Theridamas, king of Argier; Techelles, king of Fez; and Usumcasane, king of Morocco. [236]--How say you to this, Turk? these are not your contributory kings. BAJAZETH. Nor shall they long be thine, I warrant them. TAMBURLAINE. Kings of Argier, Morocco, and of Fez, You that have march'd with happy Tamburlaine As far as from the frozen plage [237] of heaven Unto the watery Morning's ruddy bower, And thence by land unto the torrid zone, Deserve these titles I endow you with By valour [238] and by magnanimity. Your births shall be no blemish to your fame; For virtue is the fount whence honour springs, And they are worthy she investeth kings.