English poem
Tamburlaine.--It shall suffice thou darest abide a wound
Tamburlaine.—It shall suffice thou darest abide a wound: My boy, thou shalt not lose a drop of blood Before we meet the army of the Turk; But then run desperate through the thickest throngs, Dreadless of blows, of bloody wounds, and death; And let the burning of Larissa-walls, My speech of war, and this my wound you see, Teach you, my boys, to bear courageous minds, Fit for the followers of great Tamburlaine!