Note 432 — PART III.—Prose (continued 2)

For in a field, whose superficies Is cover'd with a liquid purple veil, And sprinkled with the brains of slaughter'd men. My royal chair of state shall be advanc'd; And he that means to place himself therein, Must armed wade up to the chin in blood.... And I would strive to swim through pools of blood, Or make a bridge of murder'd carcasses, Whose arches should be fram'd with bones of Turks Ere I would lose the title of a king.—"Tamburlaine," part II. I. 3.