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ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

EnterCosroe, Menaphon, Ortvgius, Ceneus, with other Soldiers.

Cos.

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?

Men.

Of stature tall, and straightly fashionéd,
Like his desire lift upward and divine,
So large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit,
Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear
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Old Atlas' burthen;—'twixt his manly pitch,1
A pearl, more worth than all the world, is placed,
Wherein by curious sovereignty of art
Are fixed his piercing instruments of sight,
Whose fiery circles bear encompasséd
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 m him with passion,
Thirsting with sovereignty and1 love of arms;
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His lofty brows in folds do figure death,
And in their smoothness amity and life;
About them hangs a knot of amber hair,
Wrapped in curls, as fierce Achilles' was,
On which the breath of Heaven delights to play,
Making it dance with wanton majesty.—
His arms and fingers, long, and sinewy,2
Betokening valour and excess of strength;—
In every part proportioned like the man
Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine.
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Cos.

Well hast thou pourtrayed in thy terms of life
The face and personage of a wondrous man;
Nature3 doth strive with Fortune and his stars
To make him famous in accomplished worth;
And well his merits show him to be made
His fortune's master and the king of men,
That could persuade at such a sudden pinch,
With reasons of his valour and his life,
A thousand sworn and overmatching foes.
Then, when our powers in points of swords are joined
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And closed in compass of the killing bullet,
Though strait the passage and the port1 be made
That leads to palace of my brother's life,
Proud is his fortune if we pierce it not.
And when the princely Persian diadem
Shall overweigh his weary witless head,
And fall like mellowed fruit with shakes of death,
In fair Persia, noble Tamburlaine
Shall be my regent and remain as king.

Orty.

In happy hour we have set the crown
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Upon your kingly head that seeks our honour,
In joining with the man ordained by Heaven,
To further every action to the best.

Cen.

He that with shepherds and a little spoil
Durst, in disdain of wrong and tyranny,
Defend his freedom 'gainst a monarchy,
What will he do supported by a king,
Leading a troop of gentlemen and lords,
And stuffed with treasure for his highest thoughts!

Cos.

And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine.
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Our army will be forty thousand strong,
When Tamburlaine and brave Theridamas
Have met us by the river Araris;
And all conjoined to meet the witless king,
That now is marching near to Parthia,
And with unwilling soldiers faintly armed,
To seek revenge on me and Tamburlaine,
To whom, sweet Menaphon, direct me straight.

Men.

I will, my lord. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

EnterMycetes, Meander, with other Lords and Soldiers.

Myc.

Come, my Meander, let us to this gear.1
I tell you true, my heart is swoln with wrath
On this same thievish villain, Tamburlaine,
And, on that false Cosroe, my traitorous brother.
Would it not grieve a king to be so abused
And have a thousand horsemen ta'en away?
And, which is worse, to have his diadem
Sought for by such scald2 knaves as love him not?
I think it would; well then, by Heavens I swear,
Aurora shall not peep out of her doors,
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But I will have Cosroe by the head,
And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.
Tell you the rest, Meander: I have said.

Meand.

Then having past Armenian deserts now,
And pitched our tents under the Georgian hills,
Whose tops are covered with Tartarian thieves,
That lie in ambush, waiting for a prey,
What should we do but bid them battle straight,
And rid the world of those detested troops?
Lest, if we let them linger here awhile,
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They gather strength by power of fresh supplies.
This country swarms with vile outrageous men
That live by rapine and by lawless spoil,
Fit soldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine;
And he that could with gifts and promises
Inveigle him that led a thousand horse,
And make him false his faith unto his king,
Will quickly win such as be like himself.
Therefore cheer up your minds; prepare to fight;
He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine
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Shall rule the province of Albania:
Who brings that traitor's head, Theridamas,
Shall have a government in Media,
Beside the spoil of him and all his train:
But if Cosroe, (as our spials1 say,
And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,
His Highness' pleasure is that he should live,
And be reclaimed with princely lenity.

A Spy.

A hundred horsemen of my company
Scouting abroad upon these champion2 plains
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Have viewed the army of the Scythians,
Which make report it far exceeds the king's.

Meand.

Suppose they be in number infinite,
Yet being void of martial discipline,
All running headlong after greedy1 spoils,
And more regarding gain than victory,
Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,
Sprong2 of the teeth of dragons venomous,
Their careless swords shall lanch their fellows' throats,
And make us triumph in their overthrow.
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Myc.

Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say,
That sprang of teeth of dragons venomous?

Meand.

So poets say, my lord.

Myc.

And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read,
And having thee, I have a jewel sure.
Go on, my Lord, and give your charge, I say;
Thy wit will make us conquerors to-day.

Meand.

Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these thieves,
That live confounded in disordered troops,
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If wealth or riches may prevail with them,
We have our camels laden all with gold,
Which you that be but common soldiers
Shall fling in every corner of the field;
And while the base-born Tartars take it up,
You, fighting more for honour than for gold,
Shall massacre those greedy-minded slaves;
And when their scattered army is subdued,
And you march on their slaughtered carcases,
Share equally the gold that bought their lives,
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And live like gentlemen in Persia.
Strike up the drum! and march courageously!
Fortune herself doth sit upon our crests.

Myc.

He tells you true, my masters: so he does.
Drums, why sound ye not, when Meander speaks?
[Exeunt, drums sounding.

SCENE III.

EnterCosroe, Tamburlaine, Theridamas, Techelles, Usumcasane,andOrtygius, with others.

Cos.

Now, worthy Tamburlaine, have I reposed
In thy approvèd fortunes all my hope.
What thmk'st thou, man, shall come of our attempts?
For even as from assurèd oracle,
I take thy doom for satisfaction.

Tamb.

And so mistake you not a whit, my Lord;
For fates and oraclès [of] Heaven have sworn
To royalise the deeds of Tamburlaine,
And make them blest that share in his attempts.
And doubt you not but, if you favour me,
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And let my fortunes and my valour sway
To some1 direction in your martial deeds,
The world will strive with hosts of men at arms,
To swarm unto the ensign I support:
The host of Xerxes, which by fame is said
To have drank the mighty Parthian Araris,
Was but a handful to that we will have.
Our quivering lances, shaking in the air,
And bullets, like Jove's dreadful thunderbolts,
Enrolled in flames and fiery smouldering mists,
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Shall threat the gods more than Cyclopian wars:
And with our sun-bright armour as we march,
We'll chase the stars from heaven and dim their eyes
That stand and muse at our admired arms.

Ther.

You see, my Lord, what working words he hath;
But when you see his actions stop1 his speech,
Your speech will stay or so extol his worth
As I shall be commended and excused
For turning my poor charge to his direction.
And these his two renowmèd friends, my lord,
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Would make one thirst2 and strive to be retained
In such a great degree of amity.

Tech.

With duty and3 with amity we yield
Our utmost service to the fair Cosroe.

Cos.

Which I esteem as portion of my crown.
Usumcasane and Techelles both,
When she that rules in Rhamnus'4 golden gates,
And makes a passage for all prosperous arms,
Shall make me solely emperor of Asia,
Then shall your meeds5 and valours be advanced
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To rooms of honour and nobility.

Tamb.

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 burthen as outweighs the sands
And all the craggy rocks of Caspia.
Enter a Messenger.

Mes.

My lord, we have discoveréd the enemy
Ready to charge you with a mighty army.
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Cos.

Come, Tamburlaine! now whet thy wingéd sword,
And lift thy lofty arm into the clouds,
That it may reach the king of Persia's crown,
And set it safe on my victorious head.

Tamb.

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 as it swiftly flies.

Cos.

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

Tamb.

Usumcasane and Techelles, come!
We are enow to scare the enemy,
And more than needs to make an emperor.
[They go out to the battle

SCENE IV.

Mycetescomes out alone with his Crown in his hand, offering to hide it.

Myc.

AccursÈD be he that first invented war!
They knew not, ah they knew not, simple men,
How those were hit by pelting cannon shot,
Stand staggering like a quivering aspen leaf
Fearing the force of Boreas' boisterous blasts.
In what a lamentable case were I
If Nature had not given me wisdom's lore,
For kings are clouts1 that every man shoots at,
Our crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave;
Therefore in policy I think it good
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To hide it close; a goodly stratagem,
And far from any man that is a fool:
So shall I not be known; or if I be,
They cannot take away my crown from me.
Here will I hide it in this simple hole.
EnterTamburlaine.

Tamb.

What, fearful coward, straggling from the camp,
When kings themselves are present in the field?

Myc.

Thou liest.

Tamb.

Base villain! darest thou give2 the lie?

Myc.

Away; I am the king; go; touch me not.
Thou break'st the law of anns, unless thou kneel
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And cry me “mercy, noble king.”

Tamb.

Are you the witty king of Persia?

Myc.

Ay, many am I: have you any suit to me?

Tamb.

I would entreat you speak but three wise words.

Myc.

So I can when I see my time.

Tamb.

Is this your crown?

Myc.

Ay, didst thou ever see a fairer?

Tamb.

You will not sell it, will you?

Myc.

Such another word and I will have thee executed. Come, give it me!
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Tamb.

No; I took it prisoner.

Myc.

You lie; I gave it you.

Tamb.

Then 'tis mine.

Myc.

No; I mean I let you keep it.

Tamb.

Well; I mean you shall have it again.
Here; take it for a while: I lend it thee,
'Till I may see thee hemmed with arméd men;
Then shalt thou see me pull it from thy head:
Thou art no match for mighty Tamburlaine.
[Exit TAMBURLAINE.

Myc.

O gods! Is this Tamburlaine the thief?
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I marvel much he stole it not away.
[Sound trumpets to the battle, and he runs in.

SCENE V.

EnterCosroe, Tamburlaine, Theridamas, Menaphon, Meander, Ortygius, Techelles, Usumcasane, with others.

Tamb.

Hold thee, Cosroe! wear two imperial crowns;
Think thee invested now as royally,
Even by the mighty hand of Tamburlaine,
As if as many kings as could encompass thee
With greatest pomp, had crowned thee emperor.

Cos.

So do I, thrice renowméd man-at-arms,
And none shall keep the crown but Tamburlaine.
Thee do I make my regent of Persia,
And general lieutenant of my armies.
Meander, you, that were our brother's guide,
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And chiefest1 counsellor in all his acts,
Since he is yielded to the stroke of war,
On your submission we with thanks excuse,
And give you equal place in our affairs.

Meand.

Most happy emperor, in humblest terms,
I vow my service to your majesty,
With utmost virtue of my faith and duty.

Cos.

Thanks, good Meander: then, Cosroe, reign,
And govern Persia in her former pomp!
Now send embassage to thy neighbour kings,
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And let them know the Persian king is changed,
From one that knew not what a King should do,
To one that can command what 'longs thereto.
And now we will to fair Persepolis,
With twenty thousand expert soldiers.
The lords and captains of my brother's camp
With little slaughter take Meander's course,
And gladly yield them to my gracious rule.
Ortygius and Menaphon, my trusty friends,
Now will I gratify your former good,
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And grace your calling with a greater sway.

Orty.

And as we ever aimed1 at your behoof,
And sought your state all honour it2 deserved,
So will we with our powers and our3 lives
Endeavour to preserve and prosper it.

Cos.

I will not thank thee, sweet Ortygius;
Better replies shall prove my purposes.
And now, Lord Tamburlaine, my brother's camp
I leave to thee and to Theridamas,
To follow me to fair Persepolis.
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Then will we march to all those Indian mines,
My witless brother to the Christians lost,
And ransom them with fame and usury.
And till thou overtake me, Tamburlaine,
(Staying to order all the scattered troops,)
Farewell, lord regent and his happy friends!
I long to sit upon my brother's throne.

Meand.

Your majesty shall shortly have your wish,
And ride in triumph through Persepolis.
[All go Slip out but TAMB.,. TECH., THER., and USUM.

Tamb.

“And ride in triumph through Persepolis!”
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Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles?
Usumcasane and Theridamas,
Is it not passing brave to be a king,
“And ride in triumph through Persepolis?”

Tech.

O, my lord, 'tis sweet and full of pomp.

Usum.

To be a king is half to be a god.

Ther.

A god is not so glorious as a king.
I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven,
Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth.—
To wear a crown enchased with pearl and gold,
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Whose virtues carry with it life and death;1
To ask and have, command and be obeyed;
When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize,
Such power attractive shines in princes' eyes!

Tamb.

Why say, Theridamas, wilt thou be a king?

Ther.

Nay, though I praise it, I can live without it.

Tamb.

What say my other friends? Will you be kings?

Tech.

I, if I could, with all my heart, my lord.

Tamb.

Why, that's well said, Techelles; so would I,
And so would you, my masters, would you not?
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Usum.

What then, my lord?

Tamb.

Why then, Casane,1 shall we wish for aught
The world affords in greatest novelty,
And rest attemptless, faint, and destitute?
Methinks we should not: I am strongly moved,
That if I should desire the Persian crown,
I could attain it with a wondrous ease.
And would not all our soldiers soon consent,
If we should aim at such a dignity?

Ther.

I know they would with our persuasions.
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Tamb.

Why then, Theridamas, I'll first assay
To get the Persian kingdom to myself;'
Then thou for Parthia; they for Scythia and Media;
And, if I prosper, all shall be as sure
As if the Turk, the Pope, Afric, and Greece,
Came creeping to us with their crowns apiece.2

Tech.

Then shall we send to this triumphing king,
And bid him battle for his novel crown?

Usum.

Nay, quickly then, before his room be hot.

Tamb.

'Twill prove a pretty jest, in faith, my friends.
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Ther.

A jest to charge on twenty thousand men!
I judge the purchase3 more important far.

Tamb.

Judge by thyself, Theridamas, not me;
For presently Techelles here shall haste
To bid him battle ere he pass too far,
And lose more labour than the game will quite.
Then shalt thou see this Scythian Tamburlaine,
Make but a jest to win the Persian crown.
Techelles, take a thousand horse with thee,
And bid him turn him1 back to war with us,
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That only made him king to make us sport.
We will not steal upon him cowardly,
But give him warning and more warriors.
Haste, thee, Techelles, we will follow thee.
What saith Theridamas?

Ther.

Go on for me. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Cos.

What means this devilish shepherd to aspire
With such a giantly presumption
To cast up hills against the face of heaven,
And dare the force of angry Jupiter?
But as he thrust them underneath the hills,
And pressed out fire from their burning jaws,
So will I send this monstrous slave to hell,
Where flames shall ever feed upon his soul.

Meand.

Some powers divine, or else infernal, mixed
Their angry seeds at his conception; m
For he was never sprong of human race,
Since with the spirit of his fearful pride,
He dare so doubtlessly resolve of rule,
And by profession be ambitious.

Orty.

What god, or fiend, or spirit of the earth,
Or monster turned to a manly shape,
Or of what mould or mettle he be made,
What star or state soever govern him,
Let us put on our meet encountering minds;
And in detesting such a devilish chief,
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In love of honour and defence of right,
Be armed against the hate of such a foe,
Whether from earth, or hell, or heaven, he grow.

Cos.

Nobly resolved, my good Ortygius;
And since we all have sucked one wholesome air,
And with the same proportion of elements
Resolve, I hope we are resembled
Vowing our loves to equal death and life.
Let's cheer our soldiers to encounter him,
That grievous image of ingratitude,
30
That fiery thirster after sovereignty,
And burn him in the fury of that flame,
That none can quench but blood and empery.
Resolve, my lords and loving soldiers, now
To save your king and country from decay.
Then strike up, drum; and all the stars that make
The loathsome circle of my dated life,
Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart,
That thus opposeth him against the gods,
And scorns the powers that govern Persia!
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[Exeunt; marital music.

SCENE VII.

Alarms.—A battle; enterCosroe, wounded,Therida-mas, Tamburlaine, Techelles, Usumcasane, with others.

Cos.

Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine,
Thus to deprive me of my crown and life!
Treacherous and false Theridamas,
Even at the morning of my happy state,
Scarce being seated in my royal throne,
To work my downfall and untimely end!
An uncouth pain torments my grievéd soul,
And death arrests the organ of my voice,
Who, entering at the breach thy sword hath made,
Sacks every vein and artier1 of my heart—
10
Bloody and insatiate Tamburlaine!

Tamb.

The thirst of reign and sweetness of a crown
That caused the eldest son of heavenly Ops,
To thrust his doting father from his chair,
And place himself in the empyreal heaven,
Moved me to manage arms against thy state.
What better precedent than mighty Jove?
Nature that framed us of four elements,
Warring within our breasts for regiment,
Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds:
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Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend
The wondrous architecture of the world,
And measure every wandering planet's course,
Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
And always moving as the restless spheres,
Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest,
Until we reach the ripest fruit of all,
That perfect bliss and sole felicity,
The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

Ther.

And that made me to join with Tamburlaine:
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For he is gross and like the massy earth,
That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds
Doth mean to soar above the highest sort.

Tech.

And that made us the friends of Tamburlaine,
To lift our swords against the Persian king.
Usum, For as when Jove did thrust old Saturn down,
Neptune and Dis gained each of them a crown,
So do we hope to reign in Asia,
If Tamburlaine be placed in Persia.

Cos.

The strangest men that ever nature made!
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I know not how to take their tyrannies.
My bloodless body waxeth chill and cold,
And with my blood my life slides through my wound;
My soul begins to take her flight to hell,
And summons all my senses to depart.—
The heat and moisture, which did feed each other,
For want of nourishment to feed them both,
Is dry and cold; and now doth ghastly death,
With greedy talents1 gripe my bleeding heart,
And like a harpy tires1 on my life.
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Theridamas and Tamburlaine, I die:
And fearful vengeance light upon you both!
[COSROE dies.—Tamburlainetakes the crown and puts it on.

Tamb.

Not all the curses which the2 furies breathe,
Shall make me leave so rich a prize as this.
Theridamas, Techelles, and the rest,
Who think you now is king of Persia?

All.

Tamburlaine! Tamburlaine!

Tamil.

Though Mars himself, the angry god of arms,
And all the earthly potentates conspire
To dispossess me of this diadem,
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Yet will I wear it in despite of them,
As great commander of this eastern world,
If you but say that Tamburlaine shall reign.

All.

Long live Tamburlaine and reign in Asia!

Tamb.

So now it is more surer on my head,
Than if the gods had held a Parliament,
And all pronounced me king of Persia.
[Exeunt.

[1]Originally the height to which a falcon soared; hence for height in general. Here it means the shoulders.

[1]So 4to.—8vo. “with.”

[2]This is Dyce's emendation for the 8vo.'s “snowy.” The 4to. reads:—“His armes long, his fingers snowy-white.”

[3]Dyce suggests that Shakespeare had this line in his mind when he wrote,—“Nature and Fortune jom'd to make thee great,”—King John, III. I. But the form of expression is common.

[1]Gate.

[1]Business. Cf. Edward II., v. 5:—“So now must I about this gear” Henry VI., 1. 4:—“Well said, my masters, and welcome all to this gear; the sooner the better.”

[2]Scurvy, low, paltry. Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, v. 2 —

“Saucy lictors
Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers
Ballad us out of tune.”

[1]Espials, spies. Cf. I Henry VI., i. 4 —“The prince's spials have informed me.”

[2]The old form of “champain.”

[1]Dyce printed “greedy after spoils.”

[2]So the old copies. in the Second Part we have the spelling “sprung.” VOL. I. C

[1]So 4to.—8vo. “scorne,”

[1]Dyce reads “top,” which gives excellent sense.

[2]8vo. “thrust.”—4t0. “thrist.”

[3]So 4t0.—8vo. “not.”

[4]Broughton quotes from Locrine:—

“She that rules fair Rhamnus' golden gates
Grant us the honour of the victory.”

The old copies read “Rhamnus.” The allusion is of course to Nemesis, who had a temple at Rhamnus in Attica.

[5]So 8vo.—4t0. “deeds.”

[1]The “clout” wras the mark at which the archers aimed, and the “pin” was the nail which fastened it.

[2]So 8vo. Dyce follows the reading of the 4to. “give me the lie.”

[1]So 4t0.—8vo. “chiefe.”

[1]So 4to.—8vo. “and.”

[2]So 4to.—8vo. “is.”

[3]So 4t0.—Omitted in 8vo.

[1]Broughton compares 3 Henry VI., i. 2:—

“Father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Ehzium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.”

[1]Old copies read “Casanes.”

[2]So 4to.—8vo. “apace.”

[3]“Purchase” is often found as a cant word for “thieving, filching.” Here it seems to mean an “expedition in search of plunder.”

[1]Old copies “his.”

[1]Dyce quotes several instances of this form of the word “artery.”

[1]“Talon” was not unfrequently spelt “talent” Cf. Love's Labour's Lost, iv. 2—”If a talent be a claw.”—Pistol's “Let vultures gnpe thy guts,” may be, as Steevens suggested, a parody of this passage.

[1]Preys.

[2]So 410.—8vo. “thy.”

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ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

Cos.

Men.

Cos.

Orty.

Cen.

Cos.

Men.

SCENE II.

Myc.

Meand.

A Spy.

Meand.

Myc.

Meand.

Myc.

Meand.

Myc.

SCENE III.

Cos.

Tamb.

Ther.

Tech.

Cos.

Tamb.

Mes.

Cos.

Tamb.

Cos.

Tamb.

SCENE IV.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

Tamb.

Myc.

SCENE V.

Tamb.

Cos.

Meand.

Cos.

Orty.

Cos.

Meand.

Tamb.

Tech.

Usum.

Ther.