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 inconstant in your love, But let the young Arabian 149 live in hope, After your rescue to enjoy his choice. You see, though first the king of Persia, Being a shepherd, seem'd to love you much, Now, in his majesty, he leaves those looks, Those words of favour, and those comfortings, And gives no more than common courtesies. ZENOCRATE. Thence rise the tears that so distain my cheeks, Fearing his love 150 through my unworthiness.            [TAMBURLAINE goes to her, and takes her away lovingly by the hand, looking wrathfully on AGYDAS, and says nothing.           Exeunt all except AGYDAS.]       AGYDAS. Betray'd by fortune and suspicious love, Threaten'd with frowning wrath and jealousy, Surpris'd with fear of 151 hideous revenge, I stand aghast; but most astonied To see his choler shut in secret thoughts, And wrapt in silence of his angry soul:      Upon his brows was pourtray'd ugly death; And in his eyes the fury 152 of his heart, That shone 153 as comets, menacing revenge, And cast a pale complexion on his cheeks. As when the seaman sees the Hyades Gather an army of Cimmerian clouds,      (Auster and Aquilon with winged steeds, All sweating, tilt about the watery heavens, With shivering spears enforcing thunder-claps, And from their shields strike flames of lightning,)      All-fearful folds his sails, and sounds the main, Lifting his prayers to the heavens for aid Against the terror of the winds and waves; So fares Agydas for the late-felt frowns, That send 154 a tempest to my daunted thoughts, And make my soul divine her overthrow. Re-enter TECHELLES with a naked dagger, and USUMCASANE. TECHELLES. See you, Agydas, how the king salutes you! He bids you prophesy what it imports. AGYDAS. I prophesied before, and now I prove The killing frowns of jealousy and love. He needed not with words confirm my 

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