 | Tamburlaine the Great |  |
The Prologue.
From iygging vaines of riming mother wits,And such conceits as clownage keepes in pay,
Weele lead you to the stately tent of War.
Where you shall heare the Scythian Tamburlaine:
Threatning the world with high astounding tearms
And scourging kingdoms with his cōquering sword
View but his picture in this tragicke glasse,
And then applaud his fortunes as you please.
| Tamburlaine the Great | |