The Works of Christopher Marlowe

Tamburlaine Part 1

Act: 3 Scene: 2
Zenocrate
Although it be digested long agoe,
As his exceding favours have deserv'd,
And might content the Queene of heaven as well,
As it hath chang'd my first conceiv'd disdaine.
Yet since a farther passion feeds my thoughts,
With ceaselesse and disconsolate conceits,
Which dies my lookes so livelesse as they are.
And might, if my extreams had full events,
Make me the gastly counterfeit of death.
Zenocrate
Ah, life and soule still hover in his Breast,
And leave my body sencelesse as the earth.
Or els unite you to his life and soule,
That I may live and die with Tamburlaine.
Zenocrate
Agidas, leave to wound me with these words:
And speake of Tamburlaine as he deserves.
The entertainment we have had of him,
Is far from villanie or servitude.
And might in noble minds be counted princely.
Zenocrate
As looks the sun through Nilus flowing stream,
Or when the morning holds him in her armes:
So lookes my Lordly love, faire Tamburlaine .
His talke much sweeter than the Muses song,
They sung for honor gainst Pierides ,
Or when Minerva did with Neptune strive.
And higher would Ireare my estimate,
Than Juno sister to the highest God,
If I were matcht with mightie Tamburlaine.
Zenocrate
Thence rise the tears that so distain my cheeks,
Fearing his love through my unworthynesse.