s swoln with wrath
On this same thievish villain Tamburlaine,
And of [73] that false Cosroe, my traitorous brother.
Would it not grieve a king to be so abus'd,
And have a thousand horsemen ta'en away?
And, which is worse, [74] to have his diadem
Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?
I think it would: well, then, by heavens I swear,
Aurora shall not peep out of her doors,
But I will have Cosroe by the head,
And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.
Tell you the rest, Meander: I have said.

MEANDER. Then, having pass'd Armenian deserts now,
And pitch'd our tents under the Georgian hills,
Whose tops are cover'd 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 a while,
They gather strength by power of fresh supplies.
This country swarms with vile outragious men
That live by rapine and by lawless spoil,
Fit soldiers for the [75] 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 [76] king,
Will quickly win such as be [77] like himself.
Therefore cheer up your minds; prepare to fight:
He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine,
Shall rule the province of Albania;
Who brings that traitor's head, Theridamas,
Shall have a government in Media,
Beside [78] the spoil of him and all his train:
But, if Cosroe (as our spials say,
And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,
His highness' pleasure is that he should live,
And be reclaim'd with princely lenity.

Enter a SPY.

SPY. An hundred horsemen of my company,
Scouting abroad upon these champion [79] plains,
Have view'd the army of the Scythians;
Which make report it far exceeds the king's.

MEANDER. Suppose they be in number infinite,
Yet being void of martial discipline,
All running headlong, greedy after [80] spoils,
And more regarding gain than victory,
Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,
Sprung [81] of the teeth of [82] dragons venomous,
Their careless swords shall lance [83] their fellows' throats,
And make us triumph in their overthrow.

MYCETES. Was there such br