The crystal springs, whose taste illuminates Refined eyes with an eternal sight, Like tried silver, run through Paradise, To entertain divine Zenocrate. The cherubins and holy seraphins, That sing and play before the King of kings, And in this sweet and curious harmony, Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts Phys. My lord, your majesty shall soon perceive : Tamb. Tell me, how fares my fair Zenocrate? Zeno. I fare, my lord, as other empresses, That, when this frail and 2 transitory flesh That feeds the body with his dated health, Wane with enforced and necessary change. 30 40 Tamb. May never such a change transform my love, In whose sweet being I repose my life, 1 So 4to.-8vo. "not." step! Whose heavenly presence, beautified with health, Their spheres are mounted on the serpent's head, 50 4) prophesy. Live still, my love, and so conserve my life, Or, dying, be the author2 of my death! Zeno. Live still, my lord! O, let my sovereign live! And sooner let the fiery element Dissolve and make your kingdom in the sky, Than this base earth should shroud your majesty : And hope to meet your highness in the heavens, But since my life is lengthened yet a while, Sweet sons, farewell! In death resemble me, 1 So 4to.-8vo. "make." 60 70 And in your lives your father's excellence.1 [They call for music. Tamb. Proud fury, and intolerable fit, Had not been named in Homer's Iliads; Or had those wanton poets, for whose birth Of every epigram or elegy. What is she dead? 80 90 [The music sounds.-Zenocrate dies. Techelles, draw thy sword And wound the earth, that it may cleave in twain, And we descend into the infernal vaults, To hale the Fatal Sisters by the hair,2 2 44 This is very like the raving of old Titus Andronicus :— And pull her out of Acheron by the heels.""-Broughton. And throw them in the triple moat of hell, Casane and Theridamas, to arms! And with the cannon break the frame of heaven; And shiver all the starry firmament, For amorous Jove hath snatched my love from hence, Meaning to make her stately queen of heaven. What God soever holds thee in his arms, Giving thee nectar and ambrosia, Behold me here, divine Zenocrate, Raving, impatient, desperate, and mad, If words might serve, our voice hath rent the air; 100 120 If grief, our murdered hearts have strained forth blood; 1 "Cavalier is the word still used for a mound for cannon, elevated above the rest of the works of a fortress, as a horseman is raised above a foot-soldier."-Cunningham. 2 Avails. So Peele (in Sir Clyomon and Sir Clamydes) :— ་་ "O king, the knight is fled and gone, pursuit prevaileth nought." Tamb. Cots love Tamb. For she is dead! Thy words do pierce my soul ! Ah, sweet Theridamas! say so no more; Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her. Where'er her soul be, thou [To the body] shalt stay with me, Embalmed with cassia, ambergris, and myrrh, Not lapt in lead, but in a sheet of gold, As I have conquered kingdoms with my sword. And march about it with my mourning camp 130 140 [The scene closes. 1 Old copies give "stature," but the metre requires a trisyllable. |