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But let us save the reverend Soldan's life,
Tamb. That will we chiefly see unto, Theridamas,
Baj. Go, never to return with victory!
Zab. Let all the swords and lances in the field
BAJ. Ah, fair Zabina! we may curse his power,
* pore] So the 8vo.---The 4to“ dore.”
The Heavens may frown, the earth for anger quake;
ZAB. Then is there left no Mahomet, no God,
Baj. O life, more loathsome to my vexed thoughts Than noisome parbreak* of the Stygian snakes, Which fills the nooks of hell with standing air, Infecting all the ghosts with cureless griefs ! O dreary engines of my loathèd sight, That seet my crown, my honour, and my name Thrust under yoke and thraldom of a thief, Why feed ye still on day's accursèd beams, And sink not quite into my tortur'd soul ? You see my wife, my queen, and emperess, ✓ Brought up and propped by the hand of Fame, Queen of fifteen contributory queens, Now thrown to rooms of black abjections, Smeared with blots of basest drudgery, And villainessę to shame, disdain, and misery. Accursed Bajazeth, whose words of ruthl, That would with pity cheer Zabina's heart, And make our souls resolves in ceaseless tears, Sharp hunger bites upon and gripes the root, From whence the issues of my thoughts do break ! O poor Zabina ! O my queen, my queen! Fetch me some water for my burning breast, To cool and comfort me with longer date, That, in the shorten’d sequel of my life,
of black drudgery; misery.
* parbreak] i. e. vomit. + see] Old eds.“ sees.”
abjection] Old eds. “ obiection.” Ø villainess) i. e. servant, slave. Il ruth] So the 8vo.— The 4to“ truth.”
resolve) i. e. dissolve.
I may pour forth my soul into thine arms
Zab. Sweet Bajazeth, I will prolong thy life,
BAJ. Now, Bajazeth, abridge thy baneful days, And beat thet brains out of thy conquer'd head, Since other means are all forbidden me, That may be ministers of my decay. O highest lamp of ever-livingt Jove, Accursèd day, infected with my griefs, Hide now thy stained face in endless night, And shut the windows of the lightsome heavens ! Let ugly Darkness with her rusty coach, Engirt with tempests, wrapt in pitchy clouds, Smother the earth with never-fading mists, And let her horses from their nostrils breathe Rebellious winds and dreadful thunder-claps, That in this terror Tamburlaine may live, And my pin'd soul, resolv'd in liquid air, May still excruciate his tormented thoughts! Then let the stony dart of senseless cold Pierce through the centre of my wither'd heart, And make a passage for my loathèd life!
[He brains himself against the cage. * bann'd) i. e. cursed. + the] So the 4to.--The 8vo “ thy.” $ ever-living] So the 8vo.-The 4to“ euerlasting.”
[She runs against the cage, and brains herself.