Tamburlaine :
Now fetch me out the Turkish concubines,
I will prefer them for the funeral
They have bestowed on my abortive son.
Where are my common soldiers now, that fought
So lion-like upon Asphaltis' plains?

Soldiers :
Here my lord.

Tamburlaine :
Hold ye tall soldiers, take ye queens apiece —
I mean such queens as were kings' concubines.
Take them, divide them and their jewels too,
And let them equally serve all your turns.

Soldiers :
We thank your majesty.

Tamburlaine :
Brawl not, I warn you, for your lechery,
For every man that so offends shall die.

Orcanes :
Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame
The hateful fortunes of thy victory,
To exercise upon such guiltless dames
The violence of thy common soldiers' lust?

Tamburlaine :
Live continent then, ye slaves, and meet not me
With troops of harlots at your slothful heels.

Concubines :
O pity us my Lord, and save our honours.

Tamburlaine :
Are ye not gone ye villains with your spoils?