Orc. Can there be such deceit in Christians,
Or treason in the fleshly heart of man,
Whose shape is figure of the highest God?
Then if there be a Christ, as Christians say,
But in their deeds deny him for their Christ :
If he be son to euerliuing Ioue,

And hath the power of his outstretched arme,
If he be iealous of his name and honor,
As is our holy prophet Mahomet,

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Take here these papers as our sacrifice

And witnesse of thy seruants periury.

Open thou shining vaile of Cynthia

And make a passage from the imperiall heauen

2905

That he that sits on high and neuer sleeps,

Nor in one place is circumscriptible,

But euery where fils euery Continent,
With strange infusion of his sacred vigor,
May in his endlesse power and puritie
Behold and venge this Traitors periury.
Thou Christ that art esteem'd omnipotent,
If thou wilt prooue thy selfe a perfect God,
Worthy the worship of all faithfull hearts,
Be now reueng'd vpon this Traitors soule,
And make the power I haue left behind
(Too litle to defend our guiltlesse liues)
Sufficient to discomfort and confound
The trustlesse force of those false Christians.

To armes my Lords, on Christ still let vs crie,
If there be Christ, we shall haue victorie.

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2920

(Exeunt.)

Sound to the battell, and Sigismond comes out wounded.

Sig. Discomfited is all the Christian hoste,

And God hath thundered vengeance from on high,
For my accurst and hatefull periurie.
O iust and dreadfull punisher of sinne,
Let the dishonor of the paines I feele,
In this my mortall well deserued wound,
End all my penance in my sodaine death,
And let this death wherein to sinne I die,
Conceiue a second life in endlesse mercie.

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2930

2903 S.D. He tears to pieces the articles of peace add. Dyce

2920 Lord 1606

here Rob. to Bull.

2921 S.D. Exeunt add. Rob. Scene III inserted

2922 Christians 1606

Enter Orcanes, Gazellus, Vribassa, with others.

Or. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods, And Christ or Mahomet hath bene my friend.

Gaz. See here the periur'd traitor Hungary,

Bloody and breathlesse for his villany.

Orc. Now shall his barbarous body be a pray
To beasts and foules, and al the winds shall breath.
Through shady leaues of euery sencelesse tree,
Murmures and hisses for his hainous sin.
Now scaldes his soule in the Tartarian streames,
And feeds vpon the banefull tree of hell,
That zoacum, that fruit of bytternesse,
That in the midst of fire is ingraft,
Yet flourisheth as Flora in her pride,

With apples like the heads of damned Feends,
The Dyuils there in chaines of quencelesse flame,
Shall lead his soule through Orcus burning gulfe:
From paine to paine, whose change shal neuer end :
What saiest thou yet Gazellus to his foile :
Which we referd to iustice of his Christ,
And to his power, which here appeares as full
As raies of Cynthia to the clearest sight?

Gaz. Tis but the fortune of the wars my Lord,
Whose power is often proou'd a myracle.

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Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured, Not dooing Mahomet an iniurie,

Whose power had share in this our victory:
And since this miscreant hath disgrac'd his faith,
And died a traitor both to heauen and earth,
We wil both watch and ward shall keepe his trunke
Amidst these plaines, for Foules to pray vpon.
Go Vribassa, giue it straight in charge.

Vri. I will my Lord.

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2960

Exit Vrib.

Orc. And now Gazellus, let vs haste and meete
Our Army and our brother of Ierusalem,
Of Soria, Trebizon and Amasia,

And happily with full Natolian bowles
Of Greekish wine now let vs celebrate
Our happy conquest, and his angry fate.

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Exeunt.

2955 an] any 1606 giue 1606

2959 shall] and 1606

2961 giue] and

Actus 2. Scena vltima.

The Arras is drawen, and Zenocrate lies in her bed of state, Tamburlaine sitting by her: three Phisitians about her bed, tempering potions. Theridamas, Techelles, Vsumcasane, and the three sonnes.

Tamburlaine.

Blacke is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden balle of heauens eternal fire,
That danc'd with glorie on the siluer waues :
Now wants the fewell that enflamde his beames
And all with faintnesse and for foule disgrace,
He bindes his temples with a frowning cloude,
Ready to darken earth with endlesse night :
Ženocrate that gaue him light and life,
Whose eies shot fire from their Iuory bowers,
And tempered euery soule with liuely heat,
Now by the malice of the angry Skies,
Whose jealousie admits no second Mate,
Drawes in the comfort of her latest breath
All dasled with the hellish mists of death.

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Now walk the angels on the walles of heauen,

As Centinels to warne th' immortall soules,

To entertaine deuine Zenocrate.

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Apollo, Cynthia, and the ceaslesse lamps

That gently look'd vpon this loathsome earth,

Shine downwards now no more, but deck the heauens

That sing and play before the king of kings,
Vse all their voices and their instruments
To entertaine diuine Zenocrate.

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And in this sweet and currious harmony,

The God that tunes this musicke to our soules :
Holds out his hand in highest maiesty
To entertaine diuine Zenocrate.

Then let some holy trance conuay my thoughts,

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2987 this] the 1606

Vp to the pallace of th'imperiall heauen:
That this my life may be as short to me
As are the daies of sweet Zenocrate :

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Phisitions, wil no phisicke do her good?

Phis. My Lord, your Maiesty shall soone perceiue:

And if she passe this fit, the worst is past.

Tam. Tell me, how fares my faire Ženocrate?
Zen. I fare my Lord, as other Emperesses,
That when this fraile and transitory flesh
Hath suckt the measure of that vitall aire
That feeds the body with his dated health,
Wanes with enforst and necessary change.

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Tam. May neuer such a change transfourme my loue 3015 In whose sweet being I repose my life,

Whose heauenly presence beautified with health,
Giues light to Phabus and the fixed stars,

Whose absence makes the sun and Moone as darke
As when opposde in one Diamiter

3020

Their Spheares are mounted on the serpents head,
Or els discended to his winding traine:

Liue still my Loue and so conserue my life,

Or dieng, be the author of my death.

Zen. Liue still my Lord, O let my soueraigne liue, 3025 And sooner let the fiery Element

Dissolue, and make your kingdome in the Sky,

Than this base earth should shroud your maiesty:

For should I but suspect your death by mine,
The comfort of my future happinesse

3030

And hope to meet your highnesse in the heauens,

Turn'd to dispaire, would break my wretched breast,
And furie would confound my present rest.
But let me die my Loue, yet let me die,

With loue and patience let your true loue die :

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Your griefe and furie hurtes my second life,

Yet let me kisse my Lord before I die,

And let me die with kissing of my Lord.
But since my life is lengthened yet a while,
Let me take leaue of these my louing sonnes,
And of my Lords whose true nobilitie
Haue merited my latest memorie :

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Sweet sons farewell, in death resemble me,

3006 no] not 1592

Dyce to Bull.: anchor 1590, 1592, Wag.

3011 and] a 1592

3024 author 1606. 3034 yet] yes Rob.,

Dyce

And in your liues your fathers excellency.
Some musicke, and my fit wil cease my Lord.
They call musicke.

Tam. Proud furie and intollorable fit,
That dares torment the body of my Loue,
And scourge the Scourge of the immortall God:
Now are those Spheares where Cupid vsde to sit,
Wounding the world with woonder and with loue,
Sadly supplied with pale and ghastly death:
Whose darts do pierce the Center of my soule.
Her sacred beauty hath enchaunted heauen,
And had she liu'd before the siege of Troy,
Hellen, whose beauty sommond Greece to armes,
And drew a thousand ships to Tenedos,
Had not bene nam'd in Homers Iliads :
Her name had bene in euery line he wrote:
Or had those wanton Poets, for whose byrth
Olde Rome was proud, but gasde a while on her,
Nor Lesbia, nor Corrinna had bene nam'd,
Zenocrate had bene the argument

Of euery Epigram or Eligie.

The musicke sounds, and she dies.

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Tam. What, is she dead? Techelles, draw thy sword, And wound the earth, that it may cleaue in twaine, 3065 And we discend into th'infernall vaults,

To haile the fatall Sisters by the haire,

And throw them in the triple mote of Hell,

For taking hence my faire Zenocrate.

Casane and Theridamas to armes,

Raise Caualieros higher than the cloudes,

And with the cannon breake the frame of heauen,

Batter the shining pallace of the Sun,

And shiuer all the starry firmament:

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For amorous Ioue hath snatcht my loue from hence, 3075

Meaning to make her stately Queene of heauen.

What God so euer holds thee in his armes,

Giuing thee Nectar and Ambrosia,

Behold me here diuine Zenocrate,

Rauing, impatient, desperate and mad,

Breaking my steeled lance, with which I burst
The rusty beames of Ianus Temple doores,

3044 excellence 1606, Dyce to Bull.

3080

3045 S.D. call] call for 1606