The Prologue

The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv’d, When he arrived last upon the<1> stage, Have made our poet pen his Second Part, Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp, And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs<2> down. But what became of fair Zenocrate, And with how many cities’ sacrifice He celebrated her sad<3> funeral, Himself in presence shall unfold at large.