Pierce through the centre of my wither'd heart, [He brains himself against the cage. ZAB. What do mine eyes behold? my husband His skull all riv'n in twain! his brains dash'd out, O Bajazet! O Turk! O Emperor ! Give him his liquor? not I. Bring milk and fire, and my blood I bring him again.-Tear me in pieces, and give me the sword with a ball of wild-fire upon it. Down with him! Down with him!-Go to, my child! Away! Away! Away!-Ah, save that infant! save him, save him!-I, even I, speak to her, the sun was down.-Streamers white, red, black-here, here, here!-Fling the meat in his face, Tamburlaine.— Tamburlaine !-Let the soldiers be cursed.-Hell! Death, Tamburlaine, Hell!-Make ready my coach, my chair, my jewels.-I come! I come! I come! [She runs against the cage and brains herself. ZENO. Wretched Zenocrate that liv'st to see (Whose looks might make the angry god of arms my soul more tales of bleeding ruth! See, see, Anippe, if they breathe or no. ANIPPE. No breath, nor sense, nor motion, in them both; Ah, madam ! this their slav'ry hath enforcd, And ruthless cruelty of Tamburlaine. Zeno. Earth, cast up fountains from thy entrails, And wet thy cheeks for their untimely deaths! Shake with their weight in sign of fear and grief! Blush, Heaven, that gave them honour at their birth And let them die a death so barbarous ! Those that are proud of fickle empery And place their chiefest good in earthly pomp, Behold the Turk and his great Emperess! VOL. I. 6 Ah, Tamburlaine! my love! sweet Tamburlaine ! ANIPPE. Madam, content yourself, and be resolv'd Enter PHILEMUS, a Messenger. Zeno. What other heavy news now brings Phi lemus? Phil. Madam, your father, and th' Arabian king The first affecter of your excellence, Come now, as Turnus 'gainst Æneas did, Armed with lance into th' Egyptian fields, Ready for battle 'gainst my lord, the king. ZENO. Now shame and duty, love and fear present And fatally enrich'd Æneas' love, Must Tamburlaine by their resistless pow'rs Conclude a league of honour to my hope; Send like defence of fair Arabia. [They sound to the battle: and Tamburlaine enjoys 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, That, as for her thou bear'st these wretched arms, Zeno. Too dear a witness for such love, my lord, heart, 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, Have 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, Since death denies me farther cause of joy, Depriy'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, |