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Zeno. Now shame and duty, love and fear present _ A thousand sorrows to my martyred soul. (

Whom should I wish the fatal victory ] I

When my poor pleasures are divided thus
And rack'd by duty from my cursed heart?
My father and my first-betrothed love
Must fight against my life and present love;
Wherein the change I use condemns my faith,
And makes my deeds infamous through the world:
But as the gods, to end the Trojans' toil
Prevented Turnus of Lavinia
And fatally enrich'd ./Eneas' love,
So for a final issue to my griefs,
To pacify my country and my love
Must Tamburlaine by their resistless pow'rs
With virtue of a gentle victory
Conclude a league of honour to my hope;
Then, as the Pow'rs divine have prc-ordain'd,
With happy safety of my father's life
Send like defence of fair Arabia.

[They sound to the battle: and Tamburlaine en-
joys the victory; after, the King Of Arabia
enters wounded,
K. Of Arab. What cursed power guides the murd'-

ring hands

Of this infamous tyrant's soldiers,
That no escape may save their enemies,
Nor fortune keep themselves from victory?
Lie down, Arabia, wounded to the death,
And let Zenocrate's fair eyes behold

That, as for her thou bear'st these wretched arms,
Ev'n so for her thou diest in these arms,
Leaving thy blood for witness of thy love.

Zeno. Too dear a witness for such love, my lord.
Behold Zenocrate! the cursed object,
Whose fortunes never mastered her griefs;
Behold her wounded, iS conceit, for thee,
As much as thy fair body is for me.

K. or Arm:. Then shall I die with full, contented


Having beheld divine Zenocrate,
Whose sight with joy would take away my life
As now it bringeth sweetness to my wound,
If I had not been wounded as I am.
Ah! that the deadly pangs, I suffer now,
Would lend an hour's licence to my tongue,
To make discourse of some sweet accidents,
JHave chanc'd thy merits in this worthless bondage;
And that I might be privy to the state
Of thy deserv'd contentment, and thy love; -
But making now a virtue of thy sight,
To drive all sorrow from my fainting soul, y,'

Since death denies me farther cause of joy, *>J

Depriv'd of care, my heart with comfort dies,
Since thy desired hand shall close mine eyes.

[He dies.

Enter Tamburlaine, leading the Soldan; Techelles, Theridamas, with others.

Tamb. Come, happy father of Zenocrate, A title higher than thy Soldan's name.

Though my right hand has thus enthralled thee,
Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free;
She that hath calra'd the fury of my sword,
Which had ere this been bath'd in streams of blood,
As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile. O sight thrice welcome to my joyful soul,
To see the king, my father, issue safe
From dang'rous battle of my conq'ring love!
Sold. Well met, my only dear Zenocrate,
Though with the loss of Egypt and my crown.

Tamb. 'Twas I, my lord, that got the victory, And therefore grieve not at your overthrow, Since I shall render all into your hands, And add more strength to your dominions Than ever yet confirm'd the Egyptian crown. The God of war resigns his room to me, Meaning to make me gen'ral of the world: Jove, viewing me in arms, looks pale and wan, Fearing my pow'r should pull him from his throne. ; Where'er I come the fatal sisters sweat, \ I And grisly Death, by running to and fro, j To do their ceaseless homage to my sword; And here in Afric, where it seldom rains; Since I arriv'd with my triumphant host, Have swelling clouds, drawn from wide-gasping


Been oft resolv'd in bloody, purple show'rs,
A meteor that might terrify the earth.
And make it quake at every drop it drinks.
Millions of souls sit on the banks of Styx,

Waiting the back-return of Charon's boat;
Hell and Elysium swarm with ghosts of men,
That I have sent from sundry foughten fields,
To spread my fame through hell and up to heaven.
And see, my lord, a sight of strange import;
Emp'rors and kings lie breathless at my feet:
The Turk and his great Emp'ress, as it seems,
Left to themselves while we were at the fight,
Have desp'rately despatch'd their slavish lives:
With them Arabia, too, has left his life:
All sights of pow'r to grace my victory;
And such are objects fit for Tamburlaine;
Wherein, as in a mirror, may be seen
His honour, that consists in shedding blood,
When men presume to manage arms with him.

Sold. Mighty hath God and Mah'met made thy


Renowned Tamburlaine! to whom all kings
Of force must yield their crowns and emperies;
And I am pleas'd with this my overthrow,
If, as beseems a person of thy state,
Thou hast with honour us'd Zenocrate.

Tamb. Her state and person want no pomp, you


And for all blot of foul inchastity
I record Heaven her heavenly self is clear:
Then let me find no farther time to grace
Her princely temples with the Persian crown.
But here these kings that on my fortunes wait,
And have been crown'd for proved worthiness,
Even by this hand that shall establish them,
Shall now, adjoining all their hands with mine,
Invest her here the Queen of Persia.
What say the noble Soldan and Zenocrate?

Sold. I yield with thanks and protestations
Of endless honour to thee for her love.

Tamb. Then doubt I not but fair Zenocrate Will soon consent to satisfy us both. Else should I much forget myself, my lord.

Ther. Then let us set the crown upon her head, That long has linger'd for so high a seat.

Tech. My hand is ready to perform the deed; For now her marriage-time shall work us rest.

Usum. And here's the crown, my lord; help set it on.

Tamb. Then sit thou down, divine Zenocrate;
And here we crown thee Queen of Persia,
And all the kingdoms and dominions
That late the power of Tamburlaine subdu'd.
As Juno, when the giants were suppress'd,
That darted mountains at her brother Jove,
So looks my love, shadowing in her brows
Triumphs and trophies for my victories;
Or, as Latona's daughters, bent to arms,
Adding more courage to my conqu'ring mind.
To gratify the sweet Zenocrate,
.Egyptians, Moors, and men of Asia,
From Barbary unto the western India,
Shall pay a yearly tribute to thy sire:
And from the bounds of Afric to the banks

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