THE PROLOGUE.
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.
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.