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But yet methinks their looks are amorous,

Not martial as the sons of Tamburlaine:

Water and air, being symboliz'd in one,

Argue their want of courage and of wit;

Their hair as white as milk, and soft as down,

(Which should be like the quills of porcupines,

As black as jet, and hard as iron or steel,)

Bewrays they are too dainty for the wars;

Their fingers made to quaver on a lute,

Their arms to hang about a lady's neck,

Their legs to dance and caper in the air,

Would make me think them bastards, not my sons,

But that I know they issu'd from thy womb,

That never look'd on man but Tamburlaine.

ZENOCRATE. My gracious lord, they have their mother's looks,

But, when they list, their conquering father's heart.

This lovely boy, the youngest of the three,

Not long ago bestrid a Scythian steed,

Trotting the ring, and tilting at a glove,

Which when he tainted 37 with his slender rod,

He rein'd him straight, and made him so curvet

As I cried out for fear he should have faln.