Weepe heavens, and vanish into liquid teares,
Fal starres that governe his nativity,
And sommon al the shining lamps of heaven
To cast their bootlesse fires to the earth,
And shed their feble influence in the aire.
Muffle your beauties with eternall clowdes,
For hell and darknesse pitch their pitchy tentes,
And Death with armies of Cymerian spirits
Gives battile gainst the heart of Tamburlaine.
Now in defiance of that woonted love,
Your sacred vertues pour'd upon his throne,
And made his state an honor to the heavens,
These cowards invisiblie assaile his soule,
And threaten conquest on our Soveraigne:
But if he die, your glories are disgrac'd,
Earth droopes and saies, that hell in heaven is plac'd.
