Thou shalt be set upon my royal tent;
And, when I meet an army in the field,
Those<109> looks will shed such influence in my camp,
As if Bellona, goddess of the war,
Threw naked swords and sulphur-balls of fire
Upon the heads of all our enemies.--
And now, my lords, advance your spears again;
Sorrow no more, my sweet Casane, now:
Boys, leave to mourn; this town shall ever mourn,
Being burnt to cinders for your mother's death.

CALYPHAS. If I had wept a sea of tears for her,
would not ease the sorrows<110> I sustain.

AMYRAS. As is that town, so is my heart consum'd
With grief and sorrow for my mother's death.

CELEBINUS. My mother's death hath mortified my mind,
And sorrow stops the passage of my speech.

TAMBURLAINE. But now, my boys, leave off, and list to me,
That mean to teach you rudiments of war.
I'll have you learn to sleep upon the ground,
March in your armour thorough watery fens,
Sustain the scorching heat and freezing cold,
Hunger and thirst,<111> right adjuncts of the war;
And, after this, to scale a castle-wall,
Besiege a fort, to undermine a town,
And make whole cities caper in the air:
Then next, the way to fortify your men;