LLES. O, my lord, it is sweet and full of pomp!
USUMCASANE. To be a king is half to be a god.
THERIDAMAS. A god is not so glorious as a king:
I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven,
Cannot compare with kingly joys in [110] earth;--
To wear a crown enchas'd with pearl and gold,
Whose virtues carry with it life and death;
To ask and have, command and be obey'd;
When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize,--
Such power attractive shines in princes' eyes.
TAMBURLAINE. Why, say, Theridamas, wilt thou be a king?
THERIDAMAS. Nay, though I praise it, I can live without it.
TAMBURLAINE. What say my other friends? will you be kings?
TECHELLES. I, if I could, with all my heart, my lord.
TAMBURLAINE. Why, that's well said, Techelles: so would I;--
And so would you, my masters, would you not?
USUMCASANE. What, then, my lord?
TAMBURLAINE. Why, then, Casane, [111] shall we wish for aught
The world affords in greatest novelty,
And rest attemptless, faint, and destitute?
Methinks we should not. I am strongly mov'd,
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?
THERIDAMAS. I know they would with our persuasions.
TAMBURLAINE. 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 a-piece. [112]
TECHELLES. Then shall we send to this triumphing king,
And bid him battle for his novel crown?
USUMCASANE. Nay, quickly, then, before his room be hot.
TAMBURLAINE. 'Twill prove a pretty jest, in faith, my friends.
THERIDAMAS. A jest to charge on twenty thousand men!
I judge the purchase [113] more important far.
TAMBURLAINE. 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 gain will quite: [114]
Then shalt thou see this [115] Scythian Tamburlaine
Make but a jest to win the Persian crown.--
Techelles, take a thousand horse with thee,
And bid him turn him [116] back to wa
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