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Wounded and broken with your highness' grief, Tamb. Let not thy love exceed thine honour, Retain a thought of joy or spark of life?
Bon, Your soul gives essence to our wretched subjects, * | Nor bar thy mind that magnanimity Whose matter is incorporate in your filesh. That nobly must admit necessity. Cel. Your pains do pierce our souls ; no hope Sit up, my boy, and with these* silken reins survives,
Bridle the steelèd stomachs of theset jades. For by your life we entertain our lives.
Ther. My lord, you must obey his majesty, Tamb. But, sons, this subject, not of force Since fate commands and proud necessity. enough
Amy. Heavens witness me with what a broken To hold the fiery spirit it contains,
[Mounting the chariot. Must part, imparting his impressions
And damnèdi spirit I ascend this seat, By equal portions intot both your breasts ; And send my soul, before my father die, My flesh, divided in your precious shapes, His anguish and his burning agony ! Shall still retain my spirit, though I die,
[They crown AMYRAS. And live in all your seeds f immortally.
Tumb. Now fetch the hearse of fair Zenocrate; Then now remove me, that I may resign
Let it be plac'd by this my fatal chair, My place and proper title to my son.
And serve as parcel of my funeral. First, take my scourge and my imperial crown, Usum. Then feels your majesty no sovereign ease, And mount my royal chariot of estate,
Nor may our hearts, all drown'd in tears of blood, That I may see thee crown'd before I die. Joy any hope of your recovery? Help me, my lords, to make my last remore. Tamb. Casane, no; the monarch of the earth,
(They assist TAMBURLAINE to descend from the chariot. And eyeless monster that torments my soul, Ther. A woful change, my lord, that daunts Cannot behold the tears yo shed for me, our thoughts
And therefore still augments his cruelty. More than the ruin of our proper souls !
Tech. Then let some god oppose his holy power Tamb. Sit up, my son, [and] let me see how well | Against the wrath and tyranny of Death, Thou wilt become thy father's majesty.
That his tear-thirsty and unquenchèd hate Amy. With what a flinty bosom should I joy
May be upon himself reverberate ! The breath of life and burden of my soul,
(They bring in the hearse of ZENOCRATE. If not resolv'd into resolvèd pains,
Tamb. Now, eyes, enjoy your latest benefit, My body's mortified lineaments &
And, when my soul bath virtue of your sight, Should exercise the motions of my heart, Pierce through the coffin and the sheet of gold, Pierc'd with the joy of any dignity!
And glut your longings with a heaven of joy. O father, if the unrelenting ears
So, reign, my son; scourge and control those blaves, Of Death and Hell be shut against my prayers, Guiding thy chariot with thy father's hand. And that the spiteful influence of Heaven As precious is the charge thou undertak'st Deny my soul fruition of her joy,
As that which Clymene's brain-sick son did guide, How should I step, or stir my hateful feet
When wandering Phæbe's|| ivory cheeks were Against the inward powers of my heart,
scorch'd, Leading a life that only strives to die,
And all the earth, like Ætna, breathing fire: And plead in vain unpleasing sovereignty ! Be waru'd by him, then ; learn with awful eye
To sway a throne as dangerous as his ; subjecta) Mr. Collier (Preface to Coleridge's Seven Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. cxviii) says that here
For, if thy body thrive not full of thoughts " subjects" is a printer's blunder for "substance”: yet As pure and fiery as Phyteus'T beams, he lakes no notice of Tamburlaine's next words, “But, sons, this subject not of force enough," &c.---The old eds. are these] So the 4to.-The 8vo "those." quite right in both passages : compare, in p. 62, first col. ; these] So the 4to.-The 8vo "those." “A form not meet to give that subject essence
1 damned) i.e. doomed, --sorrowful. Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlaine," &c. & Clymene's] So the 8vo.-The 4to “Clymous." + into) So the 8vo.—The 4to "vnto."
|| Phæbe's] So the 8vo.-The 4to “ Phæbus." your seeds) So the 8vo.-The 4to “our seedes." (In Phyteus'] Yeant perhaps for “Pythius'", according p. 18, first col., we have had “Their angry seeds"; but to the usage of much earlier poets : in p. 47, first col., “thy seed" :-and Marlowe "probably "And of Phyton (i.e. Python) that Phebus made thus wrote “ seed" both here and in p. 18.)
fine $ lineamento) so the 8vo.—The 4to "laments."- The Came Phetonysses, " &c. Editor of 1826 remarks, that this passage "is too Lydgate's Warres of Troy, B. ii. Sig. K vi. od. 1555. obscure for ordinary comprehension.”
Here the modern editors print "Phoebus'".
The nature of these proud rebelling jades Farewell, my boys ! my dearest friends, farewell!
Your sweet desires depriv'd my company, Through rocks more steep and sharp than Caspian For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God, must die. cliffs :t
(Dies. The nature of thy chariot will not bear
Amy. Meet heaven and earth, and here let all A guide of baser temper than myself,
things end, More than heaven's coach the pride of Phaeton.
For earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit,
And heaven consum'd his choicest living fire ! * thee) So the 8vo.-Tho 4to “me."
Let earth and heaven his timeless death deplore, + cliffs) Here the old eds. "clifts” and “cliftes": but see p. 12, line 5, first col.
For both their worths will equal him no more!