Enter TECHELLES, THERIDAMAS, and their train. THERIDAMAS Thus have we march'd northward from Tamburlaine,
Unto the frontier point of Soria;
And this is Balsera, their chiefest hold,
Wherein is all the treasure of the land.
TECHELLES Then let us bring our light artillery,
Minions, falc'nets, and sakers, to the trench,
Filling the ditches with the walls' wide breach,
And enter in to seize upon the hold.--
How say you, soldiers, shall we not?
SOLDIERS Yes, my lord, yes; come, let's about it.
THERIDAMAS But stay a while; summon a parle, drum.
It may be they will yield it quietly,
Knowing two kings, the friends to Tamburlaine,
Stand at the walls with such a mighty power.
[A parley sounded.--CAPTAIN appears on the walls, with OLYMPIA his wife, and his SON.] CAPTAIN What require you, my masters?
THERIDAMAS Captain, that thou yield up thy hold to us.
CAPTAIN To you! why, do you think me weary of it?
TECHELLES Nay, captain, thou art weary of thy life,
If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlaine.
THERIDAMAS These pioners of Argier in Africa,
Even in the cannon's face, shall raise a hill
Of earth and faggots higher than thy fort,
And, over thy argins and cover'd ways,
Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold
Volleys of ordnance, till the breach be made
That with his ruin fills up all the trench;
And, when we enter in, not heaven itself
Shall ransom thee, thy wife, and family.
TECHELLES Captain, these Moors shall cut the leaden pipes
That bring fresh water to thy men and thee,
And lie in trench before thy castle-walls,
That no supply of victual shall come in,
Nor [any] issue forth but they shall die;
And, therefore, captain, yield it quietly.
CAPTAIN Were you, that are the friends of Tamburlaine,
Brothers of holy Mahomet himself,
I would not yield it; therefore do your worst:
Raise mounts, batter, intrench, and undermine,
Cut off the water, all convoys that can,
Yet I am resolute: and so, farewell.
[CAPTAIN, OLYMPIA, and SON, retire from the walls.] THERIDAMAS Pioners, away! and where I stuck the stake,
Intrench with those dimensions I prescrib'd;
Cast up the earth towards the castle-wall,
Which, till it may defend you, labour low,
And few or none shall perish by their shot.
PIONERS We will, my lord.
[Exeunt PIONERS.] TECHELLES A hundred horse shall scout about the plains,
To spy what force comes to relieve the hold.
Both we, Theridamas, will intrench our men,
And with the Jacob's staff measure the height
And distance of the castle from the trench,
That we may know if our artillery
Will carry full point-blank unto their walls.
THERIDAMAS Then see the bringing of our ordnance
Along the trench into the battery,
Where we will have gallions of six foot broad,
To save our cannoneers from musket-shot;
Betwixt which shall our ordnance thunder forth,
And with the breach's fall, smoke, fire, and dust,
The crack, the echo, and the soldiers' cry,
Make deaf the air and dim the crystal sky.
TECHELLES Trumpets and drums, alarum presently!
And, soldiers, play the men; the hold is yours!
[Exeunt.]