seldom rains, Since I arriv'd with my triumphant host, Have swelling clouds, drawn from wide-gaping 306 wounds, Been oft resolv'd 307 in bloody purple showers, A meteor that might terrify the earth, And make it quake at every drop it drinks:      Millions 308 of souls sit on the banks of Styx, Waiting the back-return of Charon's boat; Hell and Elysium 309 swarm with ghosts of men That I have sent from sundry foughten fields To spread my fame through hell and up to heaven:      And see, my lord, a sight of strange import,—      Emperors and kings lie breathless at my feet; The Turk and his great empress, as it seems, Left to themselves while we were at the fight, Have desperately despatch'd their slavish lives:      With them Arabia, too, hath left his life:      All sights of power to grace my victory; And such are objects fit for Tamburlaine, Wherein, as in a mirror, may be seen His honour, that consists in shedding blood When men presume to manage arms with him. SOLDAN. Mighty hath God and Mahomet made thy hand, Renowmed 310 Tamburlaine, to whom all kings Of force must yield their crowns and emperies; And I am pleas'd with this my overthrow, If, as beseems a person of thy state, Thou hast with honour us'd Zenocrate. TAMBURLAINE. Her state and person want no pomp, you see; And for all blot of foul inchastity, I record 311 heaven, her heavenly self is clear:      Then let me find no further time 312 to grace Her princely temples with the Persian crown; But here these kings that on my fortunes wait, And have been crown'd for proved worthiness Even by this hand that shall establish them, Shall now, adjoining all their hands with mine, Invest her here the 313 Queen of Persia What saith the noble Soldan, and Zenocrate? SOLDAN. I yield with thanks and protestations Of endless honour to thee for her love. TAMBURLAINE. Then doubt I not 314 but fair Zenocrate Will soon consent to satisfy us both. ZENOCRATE. Else 315 should I much forget myself, my lord. THERIDAMAS. Then let us set the crown upon her head, That long hath linger'd for so high a seat. TECHELLES. My hand is ready to perform the deed; For now her marriage-time shall work us rest. USUMCASANE. And here's the crown, my lord; help set it on. 316 TAMBURLAINE. Then sit thou down, divine Zenocrate; And here we crown thee Queen of Persia, And all the kingdoms and dominions That late the power of Tamburlaine subdu'd. As Juno, when the giants were suppress'd, That darted mountains at her brother Jove, So looks my love, shadowing in her brows Triumphs 

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