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TAMBURLAINE. Thanks, king of Fez: take here thy crown again.

Your presence, loving friends and fellow-kings,

Makes me to surfeit in conceiving joy:

If all the crystal gates of Jove's high court

Were open'd wide, and I might enter in

To see the state and majesty of heaven,

It could not more delight me than your sight.

Now will we banquet on these plains a while,

And after march to Turkey with our camp,

In number more than are the drops that fall

When Boreas rents a thousand swelling clouds;

And proud Orcanes of Natolia

With all his viceroys shall be so afraid,

That, though the stones, as at Deucalion's flood,

Were turn'd to men, he should be overcome.

Such lavish will I make of Turkish blood,

That Jove shall send his winged messenger

To bid me sheathe my sword and leave the field;

The sun, unable to sustain the sight,

Shall hide his head in Thetis' watery lap,

And leave his steeds to fair Bootes' 53 charge;

For half the world shall perish in this fight.