Blush heaven to loose the honor of thy name,
To see thy foot-stoole set upon thy head,
And let no basenesse in thy haughty breast,
Sustaine a shame of such inexcellence:
To see the devils mount in Angels throanes,
And Angels dive into the pooles of hell.
And though they think their painfull date is out,
And that their power is puissant as Joves,
Which makes them manage armes against thy state,
Yet make them feele the strength of Tamburlain,
Thy instrument and note of Majesty,
Is greater far, than they can thus subdue.
For if he die, thy glorie is disgrac'd,
Earth droopes and saies that hel in heaven is plac'd.
