From jigging veins of rhyming mother-wits,
       And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay,
       We'll lead you to the stately tent of war,
       Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine
       Threatening the world with high astounding terms,
       And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
       View but his picture in this tragic glass,
       And then applaud his fortunes as you please.

Prologue.
Dramatis Personae.
act i
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
act ii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
   Scene V.
   Scene VI.
   Scene VII.
act iii
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
act iv
   Scene I.
   Scene II.
   Scene III.
   Scene IV.
act v
   Scene I.