ORCANES. O thou that sway'st the region under earth, And art a king as absolute as Jove, Come as thou didst in fruitful Sicily, Surveying all the glories of the land, And as thou took'st the fair Proserpina, Joying the fruit of Ceres' garden-plot, [236] For love, for honour, and to make her queen, So, for just hate, for shame, and to subdue This proud contemner of thy dreadful power, Come once in fury, and survey his pride, Haling him headlong to the lowest hell! THERIDAMAS. Your majesty must get some bits for these, To bridle their contemptuous cursing tongues, That, like unruly never-broken jades, Break through the hedges of their hateful mouths, And pass their fixed bounds exceedingly. TECHELLES. Nay, we will break the hedges of their mouths, And pull their kicking colts [237] out of their pastures. USUMCASANE. Your majesty already hath devis'd A mean, as fit as may be, to restrain These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy. CELEBINUS. How like you that, sir king? why speak you not? KING OF JERUSALEM. Ah, cruel brat, sprung from a tyrant's loins! How like his cursed father he begins To practice taunts and bitter tyrannies! TAMBURLAINE. Ay, Turk, I tell thee, this same [238] boy is he That must (advanc'd in higher pomp than this) Rifle the kingdoms I shall leave unsack'd, If Jove, esteeming me too good for earth, Raise me, to match [239] the fair Aldeboran, Above [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!