Sharp hunger bites vpon and gripes the root:

From whence the issues of my thoughts doe breake. 2055
O poore Zabina, O my Queen, my Queen,

Fetch me some water for my burning breast,
To coole and comfort me with longer date,
That in the shortned sequel of my life,

I may poure foorth my soule into thine armes,
With words of loue: whose moaning entercourse
Hath hetherto bin staid, with wrath and hate
Of our expreslesse band inflictions.

Zab. Sweet Baiazeth, I will prolong thy life,
As long as any blood or sparke of breath
Can quench or coole the torments of my griefe.

She goes out.

Bai. Now Baiazeth, abridge thy banefull daies,
And beat thy braines out of thy conquer'd head:
Since other meanes are all forbidden me,
That may be ministers of my decay.

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O highest Lamp of euerliuing Ioue,

Accursed day infected with my griefs,

Hide now thy stained face in endles night,

And shut the windowes of the lightsome heauens.

Let vgly darknesse with her rusty coach

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Engyrt with tempests wrapt in pitchy clouds,
Smother the earth with neuer fading mistes:
And let her horses from their nostrels breathe
Rebellious winds and dreadfull thunderclaps :
That in this terrour Tamburlaine may liue,
And my pin'd soule resolu'd in liquid ay(re),
May styl excruciat his tormented thoughts.
Then let the stony dart of sencelesse colde,

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Pierce through the center of my withered heart,
And make a passage for my loathed life.

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He brains himself against the cage.

Enter Zabina.

Zab. What do mine eies behold, my husband dead? His Skul al riuin in twain, his braines dasht out? The braines of Baiazeth, my Lord and Soueraigne ? O Baiazeth, my husband and my Lord,

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2081 ayre 1605 elc.: ay

2068 thy braines 1590, 1592, Cunn. to Wag.: the braines 1605, Rob., Dyce 1590, 1592

2071 euerlasting 1605

O Baiazet, O Turk, O Emperor, giue him his liquor? Not I, bring milk and fire, and my blood I bring him againe, teare me in peeces, giue me the sworde with a ball of wildefire vpon it. Downe with him, downe with him. Goe to my child, away, away, away. Ah, saue that Infant, saue him, saue him. I, euen I speake to her, the Sun was downe. Streamers white, Red, Blacke, here, here, here. Fling the meat in his face. Tamburlaine, Tamburlaine, Let the souldiers be buried. Hel, death, Tamburlain, Hell, make ready my Coch, my chaire, my iewels, I come, I come, I come.

She runs against the Cage and braines her selfe.

(Enter) Zenocrate wyth Anippe.

(Zen.) Wretched Zenocrate, that liuest to see,
Damascus walles di'd with Egyptian blood,
Thy Fathers subiects and thy countrimen :

Thy streetes strowed with disseuered iointes of men,
And wounded bodies gasping yet for life.

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But most accurst, to see the Sun-bright troope
Of heauenly vyrgins and vnspotted maides,

Whose lookes might make the angry God of armes,
To breake his sword, and mildly treat of loue,
On horsmens Lances to be hoisted vp,
And guiltlesly endure a cruell death.
For euery fell and stout Tartarian Stead,

That stampt on others with their thundring hooues
When al their riders chardg'd their quiuering speares
Began to checke the ground, and rain themselues :
Gazing vpon the beautie of their lookes:
Ah Tamburlaine, wert thou the cause of this
That tearm'st Zenocrate thy dearest loue?
Whose liues were dearer to Zenocrate

Than her owne life, or ought saue thine owne loue.
But see another bloody spectacle.

Ah wretched eies, the enemies of my hart,

How are ye glutted with these grieuous obiects,
And tell my soule mor tales of bleeding ruth?

See, se Anippe if they breathe or no.

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Anip. No breath nor sence, nor motion in them both.

2092 giue] & giue 1592, Rob.

2097-8 Let.. Tamburlain om. 2100 I come

1605 2098 buried] cursed Rob.: burned Cunn.

om. 1605 S.D. Enter add. 1605

2104 Thy] The Dyce etc.

2101 Prefix Zen. add. 1605

Ah Madam, this their slauery hath Enforc'd,
And ruthlesse cruelty of Tamburlaine.

Zen. Earth cast vp fountaines from thy entralles,
And wet thy cheeks for their vntimely deathes:
Shake with their waight in signe of feare & griefe:
Blush heauen, that gaue them honor at their birth,
And let them die a death so barbarous.
Those that are proud of fickle Empery,
And place their chiefest good in earthly pompe :
Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse.
Ah Tamburlaine, my loue, sweet Tamburlaine,
That fights for Scepters and for slippery crownes,
Behold the Turk and his great Emperesse,
Thou that in conduct of thy happy stars,
Sleep'st euery night with conquest on thy browes,

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And yet wouldst shun the wauering turnes of war.
In feare and feeling of the like distresse,
Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse.

Ah myghty Ioue and holy Mahomet,

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Pardon my Loue, oh pardon his contempt,

Of earthly fortune, and respect of pitie,

And let not conquest ruthlesly pursewde

Be equally against his life incenst,

In this great Turk and haplesse Emperesse.

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And pardon me that was not moou'd with ruthe,
To see them liue so long in misery :

Ah what may chance to thee Zenocrate?

Anip. Madam content your self and be resolu'd,
Your Loue hath fortune so at his command,
That she shall stay and turne her wheele no more,
As long as life maintaines his mighty arme,
That fights for honor to adorne your head.

Enter a Messenger (Philemus).

Zen. What other heauie news now brings Philemus?
Phi. Madam, your father and th' Arabian king,

The first affecter of your excellence,

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Comes now as Turnus gainst Eneas did,

Armed with lance into the Egyptian fields,

Ready for battaile gainst my Lord the King.

Zen. Now shame and duty, loue and feare presents 2165 A thousand sorrowes to my martyred soule :

2129 thy] thine 1605

2138 fightst 1605, Dyce etc. warres 1605 2147 respect of] respective conj. Broughton S.D. a Messenger] Philemus Dyce etc.

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Whom should I wish the fatall victory,
When my poore pleasures are deuided thus,
And rackt by dutie from my cursed heart :
My father and my first betrothed loue,

Must fight against my life and present loue:
Wherin the change I vse condemns my faith,

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And makes my deeds infamous through the world.
But as the Gods to end the Troyans toile,
Preuented Turnus of Lauinia,

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To pacifie my countrie and my loue,

Must Tamburlaine by their resistlesse powers,
With vertue of a gentle victorie,

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Conclude a league of honor to my hope,

Then as the powers deuine haue preordainde,
With happy safty of my fathers life,

Send like defence of faire Arabia.

They sound to the battaile. And Tamburlaine enioyes the

victory, after Arabia enters wounded.

Of this infamous Tyrants souldiers,

Ar. What cursed power guides the murthering hands,

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That no escape may saue their enemies :

Nor fortune keep them selues from victory.

Lye down Arabia, wounded to the death,

And let Zenocrates faire eies beholde

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That as for her thou bearst these wretched armes,

Euen so for her thou diest in these armes :

Leauing thy blood for witnesse of thy loue.

Zen. Too deare a witnesse for such loue my Lord.

Behold Zenocrate, the cursed obiect

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Whose Fortunes neuer mastered her griefs:

Behold her wounded in conceit for thee,

As much as thy faire body is for me.

Ar. Then shal I die with full contented heart, Hauing beheld deuine Zenocrate,

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Whose sight with ioy would take away my life,
As now it bringeth sweetnesse to my wound,
If I had not bin wounded as I am.

Ah that the deadly panges I suffer now,
Would lend an howers license to my tongue :
To make discourse of some sweet accidents

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Haue chanc'd thy merits in this worthles bondage.
And that I might be priuy to the state,
Of thy deseru'd contentment and thy loue:
But making now a vertue of thy sight,

To driue all sorrow from my fainting soule :
Since Death denies me further cause of ioy,
Depriu'd of care, my heart with comfort dies,
Since thy desired hand shall close mine eies.
Enter Tamburlain leading the Souldane, Techelles,
Theridamas, Vsumcasane, with others.

Tam. Come happy Father of Zenocrate,
A title higher than thy Souldans name :

Though my right hand haue thus enthralled thee

Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free,

She that hath calmde the furie of my sword,

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Which had ere this bin bathde in streames of blood, 2220

As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile.

Zen: O sight thrice welcome to my ioiful soule,

To see the king my Father issue safe,

From dangerous battel of my conquering Loue.
Soul. Wel met my only deare Zenocrate,
Though with the losse of Egypt and my Crown.
Tam. Twas I my lord that gat the victory,
And therfore grieue not at your ouerthrow,
Since I shall render all into your hands,
And ad more strength to your dominions
Than euer yet confirm'd th' Egyptian Crown.
The God of war resignes his roume to me,
Meaning to make me Generall of the world,

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Ioue viewing me in armes, lookes pale and wan,

Fearing my power should pull him from his throne.
Where ere I come the fatall sisters sweat,

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And griesly death by running to and fro,

To doo their ceassles homag to my sword:

And here in Affrick where it seldom raines,
Since I arriu'd with my triumphant hoste,

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Haue swelling cloudes drawen from wide gasping woundes,
Bene oft resolu'd in bloody purple showers,
A meteor that might terrify the earth,
And make it quake at euery drop it drinks :
Millions of soules sit on the bankes of Styx,

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