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Shall give the world to note, for all my birth,
Act I., Scene 2.
Tamb. Disdains Zenocrate to live with me?
of mine own,
SECOND PART.-ACT I., SCENE 2.
Call. By Cairo runs to Alexandria Bay Darotes' stream, wherein at anchor lies A Turkish galley of my royal fleet, Waiting my coming to the river-side, Hoping by some means I shall be releas'd ; Which, when I come aboard, will hoist up sail, And soon put forth into the Terrene sea, Where, 'twixt the isles of Cyprus and of Crete, We quickly may in Turkish seas arrive. Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more, Upon their knees, all bid me welcome home. Amongst so many crowns of burnish'd gold, Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command : A thousand galleys, manned with Christian slaves, I freely give thee, which shall cut the Straits, And bring armadoes, from the coasts of Spain, Fraughted with gold of rich America : The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee, Skilful in music and in amorous lays, As fair as was Pygmalion's ivory girl, Or lovely lö metamorphosèd : With naked negroes shall thy coach be drawn, And, as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets, The pavement underneath thy chariot-wheels With Turkey-carpets shall be covered, And cloth of arras hung about the walls, Fit objects for thy princely eye to pierce : A hundred bassoes, cloth'd in crimson silk, Shall ride before thee on Barbarian steeds ; And, when thou goest, a golden canopy
Enchas'd with precious stones, which shine as bright
THE DEATH OF ZENOCRATE.
Act II., SCENE 4.
Tamb. Black is the beauty of the brightest day ; The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire, That danc'd with glory on the silver waves, Now wants the fuel that inflam'd his beams; And all with faintness, and for foul disgrace, He binds his temples with a frowning cloud, Ready to darken earth with endless night. Zenocrate, that gave him light and life, Whose eyes shot fire from their ivory brows, And temper'd every soul with lively heat, Now by the malice of the angry skies, Whose jealousy admits no second mate, Draws in the comfort of her latest breath, All dazzled with the hellish mists of death. Now walk the angels on the walls of heaven, As sentinels to warn th' immortal souls To entertain divine Zenocrate : Apollo, Cynthia, and the ceaseless lamps That gently look'd upon this loathsome earth, Shine downwards now no more, but deck the heavens To entertain divine Zenocrate : The crystal springs, whose taste illuminates Refinèd eyes with an eternal sight,
Like tried silver run through Paradise
Tamb. Tell me, how fares my fair Zenocrate ?
Zeno. I fare, my lord, as other empresses, That, when this frail and transitory flesh Hath suck'd the measure of that vital air That feeds the body with his dated health, Wane with enforc'd and necessary change.
Tamb. May never such a change transform my love, In whose sweet being I repose my life! Whose heavenly presence, beautified with health, Gives light to Phæbus and the fixed stars; Whose absence makes the sun and moon as dark As when, opposed in one diameter, Their spheres are mounted on the serpent's head, Or else descended to his winding train. Live still, my love, and so conserve my life, Or, dying, be the author of my death.
Zeno. Live still, my lord ; oh, let my sovereign
Tamb. Proud fury, and intolerable fit,