thinks your greatness best to be achiev'd In pursuit of the city's overthrow? BAJAZETH. I will the captive pioners 139 of Argier Cut off the water that by leaden pipes Runs to the city from the mountain Carnon; Two thousand horse shall forage up and down, That no relief or succour come by land; And all the sea my galleys countermand:      Then shall our footmen lie within the trench, And with their cannons, mouth'd like Orcus' gulf, Batter the walls, and we will enter in; And thus the Grecians shall be conquered.            [Exeunt.] 

  

       SCENE II.     

           Enter ZENOCRATE, AGYDAS, ANIPPE, with others. AGYDAS. Madam Zenocrate, may I presume To know the cause of these unquiet fits That work such trouble to your wonted rest?      'Tis more than pity such a heavenly face Should by heart's sorrow wax so wan and pale, When your offensive rape by Tamburlaine      (Which of your whole displeasures should be most)      Hath seem'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 

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