Classic Poem

Tamburlaine . Virgins, in vain you labour to prevent
That which mine honour swears shall be perform'd.
Behold my sword; what see you at the point?
First Virgin . Nothing but fear and fatal steel, my lord.
Tamb . Your fearful minds are thick and misty, then,
For there sits death; there sits imperious Death,
Keeping his circuit by the slicing edge.
But I am pleas'd you shall not see him there;
He now is seated on my horsemen's spears,
And on their points his fleshless body feeds. —
Techelles, straight go charge a few of them
To charge these dames, and show my servant Death,
Sitting in scarlet on their armed spears.