Orc. Can there be such deceit in Christians, And hath the power of his outstretched arme, 2895 2900 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, To armes my Lords, on Christ still let vs crie, 2910 2915 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, 2925 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 With apples like the heads of damned Feends, Gaz. Tis but the fortune of the wars my Lord, 2935 2940 2945 2950 Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured, Not dooing Mahomet an iniurie, Whose power had share in this our victory: Vri. I will my Lord. 2955 2960 Exit Vrib. Orc. And now Gazellus, let vs haste and meete And happily with full Natolian bowles 2965 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, 2970 2975 2980 Now walk the angels on the walles of heauen, As Centinels to warne th' immortall soules, To entertaine deuine Zenocrate. 2985 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, 2995 கை And in this sweet and currious harmony, The God that tunes this musicke to our soules : Then let some holy trance conuay my thoughts, 3000 2987 this] the 1606 Vp to the pallace of th'imperiall heauen: 300 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? 3010 Tam. May neuer such a change transfourme my loue 3015 In whose sweet being I repose my life, Whose heauenly presence beautified with health, Whose absence makes the sun and Moone as darke 3020 Their Spheares are mounted on the serpents head, 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, 3030 And hope to meet your highnesse in the heauens, Turn'd to dispaire, would break my wretched breast, With loue and patience let your true loue die : 3935 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. 3040 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. Tam. Proud furie and intollorable fit, Of euery Epigram or Eligie. The musicke sounds, and she dies. 3045 3050 3055 3060 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: 3070 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 3044 excellence 1606, Dyce to Bull. 3080 3045 S.D. call] call for 1606 |