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Now shame and duty, love and fear present

A thousand sorrows to my martyr'd soul.

Whom should I wish the fatal victory,

When my poor pleasures are divided thus,

And rack'd by duty from my cursed heart?

My father and my first-betrothed love

Must fight against my life and present love;

Wherein the change I use condemns my faith,

And makes my deeds infamous through the world:

But, as the gods, to end the Trojans' toil,

Prevented Turnus of Lavinia,

And fatally enrich'd Aeneas' love,

So, for a final issue to my griefs,

To pacify my country and my love,

Must Tamburlaine by their resistless powers,

With virtue of a gentle victory,

Conclude a league of honour to my hope;

Then, as the powers divine have pre-ordain'd,

With happy safety of my father's life

Send like defence of fair Arabia.

[Citation: Marlowe, Christopher, - Part I, Act 5, Sc 1.]