The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv’d,
When he arrived last upon the1 stage,
Have made our poet pen his Second Part,
Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp,
And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs2 down.
But what became of fair Zenocrate,
And with how many cities’ sacrifice
He celebrated her sad3 funeral,
Himself in presence shall unfold at large.
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