285] brains out of thy conquer'd head,
Since other means are all forbidden me,
That may be ministers of my decay.
O highest lamp of ever-living [286] Jove,
Accursed day, infected with my griefs,
Hide now thy stained face in endless night,
And shut the windows of the lightsome heavens!
Let ugly Darkness with her rusty coach,
Engirt with tempests, wrapt in pitchy clouds,
Smother the earth with never-fading mists,
And let her horses from their nostrils breathe
Rebellious winds and dreadful thunder-claps,
That in this terror Tamburlaine may live,
And my pin'd soul, resolv'd in liquid air,
May still excruciate his tormented thoughts!
Then let the stony dart of senseless cold
Pierce through the centre of my wither'd heart,
And make a passage for my loathed life!

[He brains himself against the cage.]

Re-enter ZABINA.

ZABINA. What do mine eyes behold? my husband dead!
His skull all riven in twain! his brains dash'd out,
The brains of Bajazeth, my lord and sovereign!
O Bajazeth, my husband and my lord!
O Bajazeth! O Turk! O emperor!
Give him his liquor? not I. Bring milk and fire, and my blood
I bring him again.--Tear me in pieces--give [287] me the sword
with a ball of wild-fire upon it.--Down with him! down with
him!--Go to my child; away, away, away! ah, save that infant!
save him, save him!--I, even I, speak to her. [288]--The sun was
down--streamers white, red, black--Here, here, here!--Fling the
meat in his face--Tamburlaine, Tamburlaine!--Let the soldiers be
buried.--Hell, death, Tamburlaine, [289] hell!--Make ready my
coach, [290] my chair, my jewels.--I come, I come, I come! [291]

[She runs against the cage, and brains herself.]

Enter ZENOCRATE with ANIPPE.

ZENOCRATE. Wretched Zenocrate! that liv'st to see
Damascus' walls dy'd with Egyptians' [292] blood,
Thy father's subjects and thy countrymen;
The [293] streets strow'd with dissever'd joints of men,
And wounded bodies gasping yet for life;
But most accurs'd, to see the sun-bright troop
Of heavenly virgins and unspotted maids
(Whose looks might make the angry god of arms
To break his sword and mildly treat of love)
On horsemen's lances to be hoisted up,
And guiltlessly endure a cruel death;
Fo