'd to be digested long ago.

ZENOCRATE. Although it be digested long ago,
As his exceeding favours have deserv'd,
And might content the Queen of Heaven, as well
As it hath chang'd my first-conceiv'd disdain;
Yet since a farther passion feeds my thoughts
With ceaseless [140] and disconsolate conceits, [141]
Which dye my looks so lifeless as they are,
And might, if my extremes had full events,
Make me the ghastly counterfeit [142] of death.

AGYDAS. Eternal heaven sooner be dissolv'd,
And all that pierceth Phoebus' silver eye,
Before such hap fall to Zenocrate!

ZENOCRATE. Ah, life and soul, still hover in his [143] breast,
And leave my body senseless as the earth,
Or else unite you [144] to his life and soul,
That I may live and die with Tamburlaine!

Enter, behind, TAMBURLAINE, with TECHELLES, and others.

AGYDAS. With Tamburlaine! Ah, fair Zenocrate,
Let not a man so vile and barbarous,
That holds you from your father in despite,
And keeps you from the honours of a queen,
(Being suppos'd his worthless concubine,)
Be honour'd with your love but for necessity!
So, now the mighty Soldan hears of you,
Your highness needs not doubt but in short time
He will, with Tamburlaine's destruction,
Redeem you from this deadly servitude.

ZENOCRATE. Leave [145] to wound me with these words,
And speak of Tamburlaine as he deserves:
The entertainment we have had of him
Is far from villany or servitude,
And might in noble minds be counted princely.

AGYDAS. How can you fancy one that looks so fierce,
Only dispos'd to martial stratagems?
Who, when he shall embrace you in his arms,
Will tell how many thousand men he slew;
And, when you look for amorous discourse,
Will rattle forth his facts [146] of war and blood,
Too harsh a subject for your dainty ears.

ZENOCRATE. As looks the sun through Nilus' flowing stream,
Or when the Morning holds him in her arms,
So looks my lordly love, fair Tamburlaine;
His talk much [147] sweeter than the Muses' song
They sung for honour 'gainst Pierides, [148]
Or when Minerva did with Neptune strive:
And higher would I rear my estimate
Than Juno, sister to the highest god,
If I were match'd with mighty Tamburlaine.

AGYDAS. Yet be not so inc