Actus
Tertius
.
Enter
Viceroy
of
Portingale
,
Nobles
,
Alexandro
,
Villuppo
.
Viceroy
.
INfortunate
condition
of
Kings
,
Seated
amidst
so
many
helpeles
doubts
:
First
we
are
plast
vpon
extreamest
height
,
And
oft
supplanted
with
exceeding
heat
,
But
euer
subiect
to
the
wheele
of
chance
?
And
at
our
highest
never
ioy
we
so
,
As
we
both
doubt
and
dread
our
ouerthrow
.
So
striueth
not
the
waues
with
sundry
winds
,
As
fortune
toyleth
in
the
affaires
of
kings
,
That
would
be
feard
,
yet
feare
to
be
beloued
,
Sith
feare
or
loue
to
Kings
is
flatteries
For
instance
Lordings
,
look
vpon
your
King
,
By
hate
depriued
of
his
dearest
sonne
,
The
onely
hope
of
our
succes
successive
line
.
Nob.
I
had
not
thought
that
Alexandros
hart
,
Had
beene
enuenomde
with
such
extreame
hate
:
But
now
I
see
that
words
haue
seuerall
workes
,
And
theres
no
credit
in
the
countenance
.
Vil.
No
,
for
my
Lord
,
had
you
behelde
the
traine
,
That
fained
loue
had
coloured
in
his
lookes
,
When
he
in
campe
consorted
Belthazar
:
Farre
more
inconstant
had
you
thought
the
Sunne
,
That
howerly
coasts
the
center
of
the
earth
,
Then
Alexandros
purpose
to
the
Prince
.
Vice.
No
more
Villuppo
,
thou
hast
said
enough
,
And
with
thy
words
thou
slaiest
our
wounded
thoughts
.
Nor
shall
I
longer
dally
with
the
world
:
Procrastinating
Alexandros
death
:
Goe
some
of
you
and
fetch
the
traitor
forth
,
That
as
he
is
condemned
he
may
dye
.
Enter
Alexandro
with
a
Noble
man
and
Halberts
.
Nob.
In
such
extreames
,
will
nought
but
patience
serue
.
Alex.
But
in
extreames
,
what
patience
shall
I
vse
?
Nor
discontents
it
me
to
leaue
the
world
,
With
whome
there
nothing
can
preuaile
but
wrong
.
Nob.
Yet
hope
the
best
.
Alex.
Tis
Heauen
is
my
hope
.
As
for
the
earth
it
is
too
much
infect
,
To
yeeld
me
hope
of
any
of
her
mould
.
Vice.
Why
linger
ye
?
bring
forth
that
daring
feend
,
And
let
him
die
for
his
accursed
deed
.
Alex.
Not
that
I
feare
the
extremitie
of
death
,
For
Nobles
cannot
stoop
to
seruile
feare
.
Doo
I
(
O
King
)
thus
discontented
liue
.
But
this
,
O
this
torments
my
labouring
soule
,
That
thus
I
die
suspected
of
a
sinne
,
Whereof
,
as
heauens
haue
knowne
my
secret
thoughts
,
So
am
I
free
from
this
suggestion
.
Vice.
No
more
I
say
,
to
the
tortures
,
when
?
Binde
him
,
and
burne
his
body
in
those
flames
,
They
binde
him
to
the
stake
.
That
shall
prefigure
those
vnquenched
fiers
,
Of
Phlegiton
prepared
for
his
soule
.
Alex.
My
guiltles
death
will
be
aueng'd
on
thee
,
On
thee
Villuppo
that
hath
malisde
thus
,
Or
for
thy
meed
,
hast
falsely
me
accusde
.
Vil.
Nay
Alexandro
if
thou
menace
me
,
Ile
lend
a
hand
to
send
thee
to
the
lake
,
Where
those
thy
words
shall
perish
with
thy
workes
,
Iniurious
traitour
,
monstrous
homicide
.
Enter
Embassadour
.
Stay
hold
a
while
,
and
heer
with
pardon
of
his
Maiestie
,
Lay
hands
vpon
Villuppo
.
Vice.
Embassadour
,
what
news
hath
vrg'd
this
sodain
entrance
?
Em.
Know
soueraigne
L.
that
Balthazar
doth
liue
.
Vice.
What
saiest
thou
?
liueth
Balthazar
our
sonne
?
Em.
Your
highnes
sonne
,
L.
Balthazar
doth
liue
.
And
well
intreated
in
the
Court
of
Spaine
:
Humbly
commends
him
to
your
Maiestie
.
These
eies
beheld
,
and
these
my
followers
,
With
these
the
letters
of
the
Kings
commends
.
Giues
him
Letters
.
Are
happie
witnesses
of
his
highnes
health
.
The
King
lookes
on
the
letters
,
and
proceeds
.
Vice.
Thy
sonne
doth
liue
,
your
tribute
is
receiu'd
,
Thy
peace
is
made
,
and
we
are
satisfied
:
The
rest
resolue
vpon
as
things
proposde
,
For
both
our
honors
and
thy
benefite
.
Em.
These
are
his
highnes
farther
articles
.
He
giues
him
more
Letters
.
Vice.
Accursed
wretch
to
intimate
these
ills
,
Against
the
life
and
reputation
Of
noble
Alexandro
.
come
my
Lord
vnbinde
him
.
Let
him
vnbinde
thee
that
is
bound
to
death
,
To
make
a
quitall
for
thy
discontent
.
They
vnbinde
him
.
Alex.
Dread
Lord
,
in
kindenes
you
could
do
no
lesse
,
Vpon
report
of
such
a
damned
fact
:
But
thus
we
see
our
innocence
hath
sau'd
,
The
hopeles
life
which
thou
Villuppo
sought
,
By
thy
suggestions
to
haue
massacred
.
Vice.
Say
false
Villuppo
?
wherefore
didst
thou
thus
Falsly
betray
Lord
Alexandros
life
?
Him
whom
thou
knowest
,
that
no
vnkindenes
els
,
But
euen
the
slaughter
of
our
deerest
sonne
,
Could
once
haue
moued
vs
to
haue
misconceaued
.
Alex.
Say
trecherous
Villuppo
,
tell
the
King
,
Or
wherein
hath
Alexandro
vsed
thee
ill
?
Vil.
Rent
with
remembrance
of
so
foule
a
deed
,
My
guiltie
soule
submits
me
to
thy
doome
:
For
not
for
Alexandros
iniuries
,
But
,
forreward
and
hope
to
be
preferd
:
Thus
haue
I
shamelesly
hazarded
his
life
,
Vice.
which
villaine
shalbe
ransomed
with
thy
deeth
,
And
not
so
meane
a
torment
as
we
heere
Deuisde
for
him
,
who
thou
saidst
slew
our
sonne
:
But
with
the
bitterest
torments
and
extreames
,
That
may
be
yet
inuented
for
thine
end
:
Alex.
seemes
to
intreat
.
Intreat
me
not
,
goe
take
the
traitor
hence
.
Exit
Vil.
And
Alexandro
let
vs
honor
thee
,
With
publique
notice
of
thy
loyaltie
,
To
end
those
things
articulated
heere
,
By
our
great
L
,
the
mightie
king
of
Spaine
.
We
with
our
councell
will
deliberate
,
Come
Alexandro
keepe
vs
company
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hieronimo
.
Hiero.
Oh
eies
,
no
eies
but
fountains
fraught
with
teares
,
Oh
life
,
no
life
,
but
liuely
fourme
of
death
:
Oh
world
,
no
world
but
masse
of
publique
wrongs
.
Confusde
and
filde
,
with
murder
and
misdeeds
Oh
sacred
heauens
,
if
this
vnhallowed
deed
,
If
this
inhumane
and
barberous
attempt
,
If
this
incomparable
murder
thus
,
Of
mine
,
but
now
no
more
my
sonne
,
Shall
vnreueald
and
vnreuenged
passe
,
How
should
we
tearme
your
dealings
to
be
iust
,
If
you
vniustly
deale
with
those
,
that
in
your
iustice
trust
.
The
night
sad
secretary
to
my
mones
,
With
direfull
visions
wake
my
vexed
soule
,
And
with
the
wounds
of
my
distresfull
sonne
,
Solicite
me
for
notice
of
his
death
.
The
ougly
feends
do
sally
forth
of
hell
,
And
frame
my
steps
to
vnfrequented
paths
,
And
feare
my
hart
with
fierce
inflamed
thoughts
.
The
cloudie
day
my
discontents
records
,
Early
begins
to
regester
my
dreames
,
And
driue
me
forth
to
seeke
the
murtherer
,
Eies
,
life
,
world
,
heauens
,
hel
,
night
and
day
,
See
,
search
,
shew
,
send
,
some
man
,
Some
meane
,
that
may
:
A
Letter
falleth
.
Whats
heere
?
a
letter
,
tush
,
it
is
not
so
,
A
Letter
written
to
Hieronimo
.
Red
incke
.
Bel.
For
want
of
incke
receiue
this
bloudie
writ
,
Me
hath
my
haples
brother
hid
from
thee
,
Reuenge
thy selfe
on
Balthazar
and
him
,
For
these
were
they
that
murdred
thy
Sonne
.
Hieronimo
,
reuenge
Horatios
death
,
And
better
fare
then
Bel-imperia
doth
.
Hiero
What
meanes
this
vnexpected
miracle
?
My
Sonne
slaine
by
Lorenzo
and
the
Prince
.
What
cause
had
they
Horatio
to
maligne
?
Or
what
might
mooue
thee
Bel-imperia
,
To
accuse
thy
brother
,
had
he
beene
the
meane
?
Hieronimo
beware
,
thou
art
betraide
,
And
to
intrap
thy
life
this
traine
is
laide
.
Aduise
thee
therefore
,
be
not
credulous
:
This
is
deuised
to
endanger
thee
,
That
thou
by
this
Lorenzo
shouldst
accuse
,
And
he
for
thy
dishonour
done
,
should
draw
Thy
life
in
question
;
and
thy
name
in
hate
.
Deare
was
the
life
of
my
beloued
Sonne
,
And
of
his
death
behoues
me
be
reueng'd
:
Then
hazard
not
thine
owne
Hieronimo
,
But
liue
t'effect
thy
resolution
.
I
therefore
will
by
circumstances
trie
,
What
I
can
gather
to
confirme
this
writ
,
And
harkning
neere
the
Duke
of
Castiles
house
,
Close
if
I
can
with
Belimperia
,
To
listen
more
,
but
nothing
to
bewray
.
Enter
Pedringano
.
Hiero.
Now
Pedringano
.
Ped.
Now
Hieronimo
.
Hiero.
Wheres
thy
Lady
?
Ped.
I
know
not
,
heers
my
Lord
.
Enter
Lorenzo
.
Lor.
How
now
,
whose
this
,
Hieronimo
?
Hiero.
My
Lord
.
Ped.
He
asketh
for
my
Lady
Bel-imperia
.
Lor.
What
to
doo
Hieronimo
?
The
Duke
my
father
hath
Vpon
some
disgrace
a
while
remoou'd
her
hence
,
But
if
it
be
ought
I
may
enforme
her
of
,
Tell
me
Hieronimo
,
and
ile
let
her
know
it
.
Hiero.
Nay
,
nay
my
Lord
,
I
thank
you
,
it
shall
not
need
,
I
had
a
sute
vnto
her
,
but
too
late
,
And
her
disgrace
makes
me
vnfortunate
.
Lor.
Why
so
Hieronimo
?
vse
me
.
Hiero.
Oh
no
my
Lord
,
I
dare
not
,
it
must
not
be
.
I
humbly
thank
your
Lordship
.
Lor.
Why
then
farewell
.
Hiero.
My
griefe
no
hart
,
my
thoughts
no
tung
can
tell
.
Exit
.
Lor.
Come
hither
Pedringano
,
seest
thou
this
?
Ped.
My
Lord
,
I
see
it
,
and
suspect
it
too
.
Lor.
This
is
that
damned
villain
Serberine
,
That
hath
I
feare
reuealde
Horatios
death
.
Ped.
My
Lord
,
he
could
not
,
twas
so
lately
done
,
And
since
he
hath
not
lest
my
company
.
Lor.
Admit
he
haue
not
,
his
conditions
such
,
As
feare
of
flattering
words
may
make
him
false
.
I
know
his
humour
,
and
there
with
repent
,
That
ere
I
vsde
him
in
this
enterprise
.
But
Pedringano
,
to
preuent
the
worst
,
And
cause
I
know
thee
secret
as
my
soule
,
Heere
for
thy
further
satisfaction
take
thou
this
.
Giues
him
more
golde
.
And
harken
to
me
,
thus
it
is
deuisde
:
This
night
thou
must
,
and
prethee
so
resolue
,
Meet
Serberine
at
S.
Liugis
Parke
,
Thou
knowest
tis
heere
hard
by
behinde
the
house
,
There
take
thy
stand
,
and
see
thou
strike
him
sure
,
For
dye
he
must
,
if
we
do
meane
to
liue
.
Ped.
But
how
shall
Serberine
be
there
my
Lord
?
Lor.
Let
me
alone
,
ile
send
to
him
to
meet
The
Prince
and
me
,
where
thou
must
doe
this
deed
.
Ped.
It
shalbe
done
my
L.
it
shall
be
done
,
And
ile
goe
arme
my selfe
to
meet
him
there
.
Lor.
When
things
shall
alter
,
as
I
hope
they
wil
,
Then
shalt
thou
mount
for
this
,
thou
knowest
my
minde
.
Exit
Ped.
Che
le
Ieron
.
Enter
Page
.
Page
.
My
Lord
.
Lor.
Goe
sirra
to
Serberine
,
and
bid
him
forthwith
,
Meet
the
Prince
and
me
at
S.
Liugis
Parke
,
Behinde
the
house
,
this
euening
boy
.
Page
.
I
goe
my
Lord
.
But
sirra
,
let
the
houre
be
eight
a clocke
.
Bid
him
not
faile
.
Page
.
I
flye
my
Lord
.
Exit
.
Lor.
Now
to
confirme
the
complot
thou
hast
cast
,
Of
all
these
practises
,
Ile
spread
the
watch
,
Vpon
precise
commandement
from
the
king
,
Strongly
to
guard
the
place
where
Pedringano
This
night
shall
murder
haples
Serberine
.
Thus
must
we
worke
that
will
auoide
distrust
,
Thus
must
we
practise
to
preuent
mishap
,
And
thus
one
ill
,
another
must
expulse
.
This
slie
enquiry
of
Hieronimo
for
Bel-imperia
,
breeds
suspition
,
And
this
suspition
boads
a
further
ill
.
As
for
my selfe
,
I
know
my
secret
fault
,
And
so
doe
they
,
but
I
haue
dealt
for
them
.
They
that
for
coine
their
soules
endangered
To
saue
my
life
,
for
coyne
shall
venture
theirs
:
And
better
its
that
base
companions
dye
,
Then
by
their
life
to
hazard
our
good
haps
.
Nor
shall
they
liue
for
me
,
to
feare
their
faith
:
Ile
trust
my selfe
,
my selfe
shalbe
my
freend
,
For
dye
they
shall
,
slaues
are
ordeind
to
no
other
end
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pedringano
with
a
Pistoll
.
Now
Pedringano
bid
thy
pistoll
holde
,
And
holde
on
Fortune
,
once
more
fauour
me
,
Giue
but
successe
to
mine
at
tempting
spirit
,
And
let
me
shift
for
taking
of
mine
aime
:
Heere
is
the
golde
,
this
is
the
golde
proposde
,
It
is
no
dreame
that
I
aduenture
for
,
But
Pedringano
is
possest
thereof
.
And
he
that
would
not
straine
his
conscience
,
For
him
that
thus
his
liberall
purse
hath
stretcht
,
Vnworthy
such
a
fauour
may
he
faile
,
And
wishing
,
want
when
such
as
I
preuaile
.
As
for
the
feare
of
apprehension
,
I
know
,
if
need
should
be
,
my
noble
Lord
Will
stand
betweene
me
and
ensuing
harmes
.
Besides
,
this
place
is
free
from
all
suspect
:
Heere
therefore
will
I
stay
and
take
my
stand
.
Enter
the
watch
.
1
I
wonder
much
to
what
intent
it
is
,
That
we
are
thus
expresly
chargde
to
watch
?
2
Tis
by
commandement
in
the
Kings
own
name
.
3
But
we
were
neuer
wont
to
watch
and
ward
,
So
neere
the
Duke
his
brothers
house
before
.
2
Content
your selfe
,
stand
close
,
theres
somewhat
int
.
Enter
Serberine
.
Ser.
Heere
Serberine
attend
and
stay
thy
pace
,
For
heere
did
Don
Lorenzos
Page
appoint
,
That
thou
by
his
command
shouldst
meet
with
him
.
How
fit
a
place
if
one
were
so
disposde
,
Me thinks
this
corner
is
to
close
with
one
.
Ped.
Heere
comes
the
bird
that
I
must
ceaze
vpon
,
Now
Pedringano
or
neuer
play
the
man
.
Ser.
I
wonder
that
his
Lordship
staies
so
long
,
Or
wherefore
should
he
send
for
me
so
late
?
Ped.
For
this
Serberine
,
and
thou
shalt
ha'te
.
Shootes
the
Dagge
.
So
,
there
he
lyes
,
my
promise
is
performde
.
The
Watch
.
1
Harke
Gentlemen
,
this
is
a
Pistol-shot
.
2
And
heeres
one
slaine
,
stay
the
murderer
.
Ped.
Now
by
the
sorrowes
of
the
soules
in
hell
,
He
striues
with
the
watch
.
Who
first
laies
hand
on
me
,
ile
be
his
Priest
,
3
Sirra
,
confesse
,
and
therein
play
the
Priest
,
Why
hast
thou
thus
vnkindely
kild
the
man
?
Ped.
Why
,
because
he
walkt
abroad
so
late
.
3
Come
sir
,
you
had
bene
better
kept
your
bed
,
Then
haue
committed
this
misdeed
so
late
.
2
Come
to
the
Marshals
with
the
murderer
.
1
On
to
Hieronimos
,
helpe
me
heere
,
To
bring
the
murdred
body
with
vs
too
.
Ped.
Hieronimo
,
carry
me
before
whom
you
will
,
What ere
he
be
ile
answere
him
and
you
,
And
doe
your
worst
,
for
I
defie
you
all
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lorenzo
and
Balthazar
.
Bal.
How
now
my
Lord
,
what
makes
you
rise
so
soone
?
Lor.
Feare
of
preuenting
our
mishaps
too
late
.
Bal.
What
mischiefe
is
it
that
we
not
mistrust
?
Lor.
Our
greatest
ils
,
we
least
mistrust
my
Lord
,
And
in
expected
harmes
do
hurt
vs
most
.
Bal.
Why
tell
me
Don
Lorenzo
,
tell
me
man
,
If
ought
concernes
our
honour
and
your
owne
?
Lor.
Nor
you
nor
me
my
Lord
,
but
both
in
one
.
For
I
suspect
,
and
the
presumptions
great
,
That
by
those
base
confederates
in
our
fault
,
Touching
the
death
of
Don
Horatio
:
We
are
betraide
to
olde
Hieronimo
.
Bal.
Betraide
Lorenzo
,
tush
it
cannot
be
.
Lor.
A
guiltie
conscience
vrged
with
the
thought
,
Of
former
euils
,
easily
cannot
erre
:
I
am
perswaded
,
and
diswade
me
not
,
That
als
reuealed
to
Hieronimo
.
And
therefore
know
that
I
haue
cast
it
thus
:
But
heeres
the
Page
,
how
now
,
what
newes
with
thee
?
Page
.
My
Lord
,
Serberine
is
slaine
.
Bal.
Who
?
Serberine
my
man
.
Page
.
Your
Highnes
man
my
Lord
.
Lor.
Speak
Page
,
who
murdered
him
?
Page
.
He
that
is
apprehended
for
the
fact
.
Lor.
Who
?
Page
.
Pedringano
.
Bal.
Is
Serberine
slaine
that
lou'd
his
Lord
so
well
?
Iniurious
villaine
,
murderer
of
his
freend
.
Lor.
Hath
Pedringano
murdered
Serberine
?
My
Lord
,
let
me
entreat
you
to
take
the
paines
,
To
exasperate
and
hasten
his
reuenge
.
With
your
complaints
vnto
my
L.
the
King
.
This
their
dissention
breeds
a
greater
doubt
.
Bal.
Assure
thee
Don
Lorenzo
he
shall
dye
,
Or
els
his
Highnes
hardly
shall
deny
.
Meane while
,
ile
haste
the
Marshall
Sessions
,
For
die
he
shall
for
this
his
damned
deed
.
Exit
Balt
.
Lor.
Why
so
,
this
fits
our
former
pollicie
,
And
thus
experience
bids
the
wise
to
deale
.
I
lay
the
plot
,
he
prosecutes
the
point
,
I
set
the
trap
,
he
breakes
the
worthles
twigs
,
And
sees
not
that
wherewith
the
bird
was
limde
.
Thus
hopefull
men
that
meane
to
holde
their
owne
,
Must
look
like
fowlers
to
their
dearest
freends
.
He
runnes
to
kill
whome
I
haue
holpe
to
catch
,
And
no
man
knowes
it
was
my
reaching
fatch
.
Tis
hard
to
trust
vnto
a
multitude
,
Or
any
one
in
mine
opinion
,
When
men
themselues
their
secrets
will
reueale
.
Enter
a
messenger
with
a
letter
.
Lor.
Boy
.
Page
.
My
Lord
.
Lor.
Whats
he
?
Mes.
I
haue
a
letter
to
your
Lordship
.
Lor.
From
whence
?
Mes.
From
Pedringano
that's
imprisoned
.
Lor.
So
,
he
is
in
prison
then
?
Mes.
I
my
good
Lord
.
Lor.
What
would
he
with
vs
?
He
writes
vs
heere
to
stand
good
L.
and
help
him
in
distres
.
Tell
him
I
haue
his
letters
,
know
his
minde
,
And
what
we
may
let
him
assure
him
of
.
Fellow
,
be
gone
:
my
boy
shall
follow
thee
.
Exit
Mes.
This
works
like
waxe
,
yet
once
more
try
thy
wits
,
Boy
,
goe
conuay
this
purse
to
Pedringano
,
Thou
knowest
the
prison
,
closely
giue
it
him
:
And
be
aduisde
that
none
be
there
about
.
Bid
him
be
merry
still
,
but
secret
:
And
though
the
Marshall
sessions
be
to day
,
Bid
him
not
doubt
of
his
deliuerie
.
Tell
him
his
pardon
is
already
signde
,
And
thereon
bid
him
boldely
be
resolued
:
For
were
he
ready
to
be
turned
off
,
As
tis
my
will
the
vttermost
be
tride
:
Thou
with
his
pardon
shalt
attend
him
still
,
Shew
him
this
boxe
,
tell
him
his
pardons
int
,
But
opent
not
,
and
if
thou
louest
thy
life
:
But
let
him
wisely
keepe
his
hopes
vnknowne
,
He
shall
not
want
while
Don
Lorenzo
liues
:
away
.
Page
.
I
goe
my
Lord
,
I
runne
.
Lor.
But
sirra
,
see
that
this
be
cleanely
done
.
Exit
Page
.
Now
stands
our
fortune
on
a
tickle
point
,
And
now
or
neuer
ends
Lorenzos
doubts
.
One
onely
thing
is
vneffected
yet
,
And
thats
to
see
the
Executioner
,
But
to
what
end
?
I
list
not
trust
the
Aire
With
vtterance
of
our
pretence
therein
.
For
feare
the
priuie
whispring
of
the
winde
,
Conuay
our
words
amongst
vnfreendly
eares
,
That
lye
too
open
to
aduantages
.
Et
quel
que
voglio
It
nessun
le
sa
,
Intendo
io
quel
mi
bassara
.
Exit
.
Enter
Boy
with
the
Boxe
.
My
Maister
hath
forbidden
me
to
looke
in
this
box
,
and
by
my
troth
tis
likely
,
if
he
had
not
warned
me
,
I
should
not
haue
had
so
much
idle
time
:
for
wee
mens-kinde
in
our
minoritie
,
are
like
women
in
their
vncertaintie
,
that
they
are
most
forbidden
,
they
wil
soonest
attempt
:
so
I
now
.
By
my
bare
honesty
heeres
nothing
but
the
bare
emptie
box
:
were
it
not
sin
against
secrecie
,
I
would
say
it
were
a
peece
of
gentlemanlike
knauery
.
I
must
goe
to
Pedringano
,
and
tell
him
his
pardon
is
in
this
boxe
,
nay
,
I
would
haue
sworne
it
,
had
I
not
seene
the
contrary
.
I
cannot
choose
but
smile
to
thinke
,
how
the
villain
wil
flout
the
gallowes
,
scorne
the
audience
,
and
descant
on
the
hangman
,
and
al
presuming
of
his
pardon
from
hence
.
Wilt
not
be
an
odde
iest
,
for
me
to
stand
and
grace
euery
iest
he
makes
,
pointing
my
finger
at
this
boxe
:
as
who
would
say
,
mock
on
,
heers
thy
warrant
.
Ist
not
a
scuruie
iest
,
that
a
man
should
iest
himselfe
to
death
.
Alas
poore
Pedringano
,
I
am
in
a
sorte
sorie
for
thee
,
but
if
I
should
be
hanged
with
thee
,
I
cannot
weep
.
Exit
.
Enter
Hieronimo
and
the
Deputie
.
Hiero.
Thus
must
we
toyle
in
other
mens
extreames
,
That
know
not
how
to
remedie
our
owne
,
And
doe
them
iustice
,
when
vniustly
we
:
For
all
our
wrongs
can
compasse
no
redresse
.
But
shall
I
neuer
liue
to
see
the
day
,
That
I
may
come
(
by
iustice
of
the
heauens
)
To
know
the
cause
that
may
my
cares
allay
?
This
toyles
my
body
,
this
consumeth
age
,
That
onely
I
to
all
men
iust
must
be
,
And
neither
Gods
nor
men
be
iust
to
me
.
Dep.
Worthy
Hieronimo
,
your
office
askes
,
A
care
to
punish
such
as
doe
transgresse
.
Hiero.
So
ist
my
duety
to
regarde
his
death
,
Who
when
he
liued
deserued
my
dearest
blood
:
But
come
,
for
that
we
came
for
lets
begin
,
For
heere
lyes
that
which
bids
me
to
be
gone
.
Enter
Officers
,
Boy
,
and
Pedringano
,
with
a
letter
in
his
hand
,
bound
.
Depu.
Bring
forth
the
Prisoner
for
the
Court
is
set
.
Ped.
Gramercy
boy
,
but
it
was
time
to
come
,
For
I
had
written
to
my
Lord
anew
,
A
neerer
matter
that
concerneth
him
,
For
feare
his
Lordship
had
forgotten
me
:
But
sith
he
hath
remembred
me
so
well
,
Come
,
come
,
come
on
,
when
shall
we
to
this
geere
.
Hiero.
Stand
forth
thou
monster
,
murderer
of
men
,
And
heere
for
satisfaction
of
the
world
,
Confesse
thy
folly
and
repent
thy
fault
,
For
ther's
thy
place
of
execution
.
Ped.
This
is
short
worke
,
well
,
to
your
Marshallship
First
I
confesse
,
nor
feare
I
death
therfore
,
I
am
the
man
,
twas
I
slew
Serberine
.
But
sir
,
then
you
think
this
shalbe
the
place
,
Where
we
shall
satisfie
you
for
this
geare
?
Depu.
I
Pedringano
.
Ped.
Now
I
think
not
so
.
Hiero
,
Peace
impudent
,
for
thou
shalt
finde
it
so
.
For
blood
with
blood
,
shall
while
I
sit
as
iudge
,
Be
satisfied
,
and
the
law
dischargde
.
And
though
my selfe
cannot
receiue
the
like
,
Yet
will
I
see
that
others
haue
their
right
.
Dispatch
,
the
faults
approued
and
confest
,
And
by
our
law
he
is
condemnd
to
die
.
Hang.
Come
on
sit
,
are
you
ready
?
Ped.
To
doo
what
,
my
fine
officious
knaue
?
Hang.
To
goe
to
this
geere
.
Ped
O
sir
,
you
are
to
forward
,
thou
wouldst
faine
furnish
me
with
a
halter
,
to
disfurnish
me
of
my
habit
.
So
I
should
goe
out
of
this
geere
my
raiment
,
into
that
geere
the
rope
.
But
Hangman
,
now
I
spy
your
knauery
,
ile
not
change
without
boot
,
thats
flat
.
Hang.
Come
Sir
.
Ped.
So
then
I
must
vp
.
Hang.
No
remedie
.
Ped.
Yes
,
but
there
shalbe
for
my
comming
downe
.
Hang.
Indeed
heers
a
remedie
for
that
.
Ped.
How
?
be
turned
off
.
Hang.
I
truely
,
come
are
you
ready
.
I
pray
sir
dispatch
,
the
day
goes
away
.
Ped.
What
doe
you
hang
by
the
howre
,
if
you
doo
,
I
may
chance
to
break
your
olde
custome
.
Hang.
Faith
you
haue
reason
,
for
I
am
like
to
break
your
yong
neck
.
Ped.
Dost
thou
mock
me
hangman
,
pray
God
I
be
not
preserued
to
break
your
knaues
pate
for
this
.
Hang.
Alas
sir
,
you
are
a
foot
too
low
to
reach
it
,
and
I
hope
you
will
neuer
grow
so
high
while
I
am
in
the
office
.
Ped.
Sirra
,
dost
see
yonder
boy
with
the
box
in
his
hand
?
Hang.
What
,
he
that
points
to
it
with
his
finger
.
Ped.
I
that
companion
.
Hang.
I
know
him
not
,
but
what
of
him
?
Ped.
Doost
thou
think
to
liue
till
his
olde
doublet
will
make
thee
a
new
trusse
?
Hang.
I
,
and
many
a
faire
yeere
after
,
to
trusse
vp
many
an
honester
man
then
either
thou
or
he
.
Ped.
What
hath
he
in
his
boxe
as
thou
thinkst
?
Hang.
Faith
I
cannot
tell
,
nor
I
care
not
greatly
.
Me thinks
you
should
rather
hearken
to
your
soules
health
.
Ped.
Why
sirra
Hangman
?
I
take
it
,
that
that
is
good
for
the
body
,
is
likewise
good
for
the
soule
:
and
it
may
be
,
in
that
box
is
balme
for
both
.
Hang.
Wel
,
thou
art
euen
the
meriest
peece
of
mans
flesh
that
ere
gronde
at
my
office
doore
.
Ped.
Is
your
roaguery
become
an
office
with
a
knaues
name
?
Hang.
I
,
and
that
shall
all
they
witnes
that
see
you
seale
it
with
a
theeues
name
.
Ped.
I
prethee
request
this
good
company
to
pray
with
me
.
Hang.
I
mary
sir
,
this
is
a
good
motion
:
my
maisters
,
you
see
heers
a
good
fellow
.
Ped.
Nay
,
nay
,
now
I
remember
me
,
let
them
alone
till
some
other
time
,
for
now
I
haue
no
great
need
.
Hiero.
I
haue
not
seen
a
wretch
so
impudent
,
O
monstrous
times
where
murders
set
so
light
,
And
where
the
soule
that
should
be
shrinde
in
heauen
,
Solelie
delights
in
interdicted
things
,
Still
wandring
in
the
thornie
passages
,
That
intercepts
it selfe
of
hapines
.
Murder
,
O
bloudy
monster
,
God
forbid
,
A
fault
so
foule
should
scape
vnpunished
.
Dispatch
and
see
this
execution
done
,
This
makes
me
to
remember
thee
my
sonne
.
Exit
.
Hiero.
Ped.
Nay
soft
,
no
hast
.
Depu.
Why
,
wherefore
stay
you
,
haue
you
hope
of
life
?
Ped.
Why
I
.
Hang.
As
how
?
Ped.
Why
Rascall
by
my
pardon
from
the
King
.
Hang.
stand
you
on
that
,
then
you
shall
off
with
this
.
He
turnes
him
off
.
Depu.
So
Executioner
,
conuay
him
hence
,
But
let
his
body
be
vnburied
.
Let
not
the
earth
be
choked
or
infect
.
With
that
which
heauens
contemnes
and
men
neglect
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hieronimo
.
Where
shall
I
run
to
breath
abroad
my
woes
,
My
woes
whose
weight
hath
wearied
the
earth
?
Or
mine
exclaimes
that
haue
surcharged
the
aire
,
With
ceasles
plaints
,
for
my
deceased
sonne
?
The
blustring
winds
conspiring
with
my
words
,
At
my
lament
haue
moued
the
leaueles
trees
.
Disroabde
the
medowes
of
their
flowred
greene
,
Made
mountains
marsh
with
spring
tides
of
my
teares
,
And
broken
through
the
brazen
gates
of
hell
,
Yet
still
tormented
is
my
tortured
soule
,
With
broken
sighes
and
restles
passions
,
That
winged
mount
,
and
houering
in
the
aire
,
Beat
at
the
windowes
of
the
brightest
heauens
,
Solliciting
for
iustice
and
reuenge
:
But
they
are
plac't
in
those
imperiall
heights
,
Where
countermurde
with
walles
of
diamond
,
I
finde
the
place
impregnable
,
and
they
Resist
my
woes
,
and
giue
my
words
no
way
.
Enter
Hangman
with
a
Letter
.
Hang.
O
Lord
sir
,
God
blesse
you
sir
,
the
man
sir
Petergade
,
Sir
,
he
that
was
so
full
of
merrie
conceits
.
Hiero.
Wel
,
what
of
him
?
Hang.
O
Lord
sir
,
he
went
the
wrong
way
,
the
fellow
had
a
faire
commission
to
the
contrary
.
Sir
,
heere
is
his
pasport
,
I
pray
you
sir
,
we
haue
done
him
wrong
.
Hiero.
I
warrant
thee
,
giue
it
me
.
Hang.
you
will
stand
between
the
gallowes
and
me
.
Hiero.
I
,
I
.
Hang.
I
thank
your
L.
worship
.
Exit
Hangmon
.
Hiero.
And
yet
though
some
what
neerer
me
concernes
,
I
will
to
ease
the
greefe
that
I
sustaine
,
Take
truce
with
sorrow
while
I
read
on
this
.
My
Lord
,
I
write
as
mine
extreames
requirde
,
That
you
would
labour
my
deliuerie
:
If
you
neglect
,
my
life
is
desperate
,
And
in
my
death
I
shall
reueale
the
troth
.
You
know
my
Lord
,
I
slew
him
for
your
sake
,
And
was
confederate
with
the
Prince
and
you
,
Wonne
by
rewards
and
hopefull
promises
,
I
hope
to
murder
Don
Horatio
too
.
Holpe
he
to
murder
mine
Horatio
,
And
actors
in
th'accursed
Tragedie
.
Wast
thou
Lorenzo
,
Balthazar
and
thou
,
Of
whom
my
Sonne
,
my
Sonne
deseru'd
so
well
,
What
haue
I
heard
,
what
haue
mine
eies
behelde
?
O
sacred
heauens
,
may
it
come
to
passe
,
That
such
a
monstrous
and
detested
deed
,
So
closely
smootherd
,
and
so
long
conceald
,
Shall
thus
by
this
be
venged
or
reueald
.
Now
see
I
what
I
durst
not
then
suspect
,
That
Bel-imperias
Letter
was
not
fainde
,
Nor
fained
she
though
falsly
they
haue
wrongd
,
Both
her
,
my selfe
,
Horatio
,
and
themselues
.
Now
may
I
make
compare
twixt
hers
and
this
,
Of
euerie
accident
,
I
neere
could
finde
Till
now
,
and
now
I
feelingly
perceiue
,
They
did
what
heauen
vnpunisht
would
not
leaue
.
O
false
Lorenzo
,
are
these
thy
flattering
lookes
?
Is
this
this
honour
that
thou
didst
my
Sonne
?
And
Balthazar
bane
to
thy
soule
and
me
,
Was
this
the
ransome
he
reseru'd
thee
for
?
Woe
to
the
cause
of
these
constrained
warres
,
Woe
to
thy
basenes
and
captiuitie
,
Woe
to
thy
birth
,
thy
body
and
thy
soule
,
Thy
cursed
father
,
and
thy
conquerd
selfe
:
And
band
with
bitter
execrations
be
The
day
and
place
where
he
did
pittie
thee
.
But
wherefore
waste
I
mine
vnfruitfull
words
?
When
naught
but
blood
will
satisfie
my
woes
:
I
will
goe
plaine
me
to
my
Lord
the
King
,
And
cry
aloud
for
iustice
through
the
Court
.
Wearing
the
flints
with
these
my
withered
feet
,
And
either
purchase
iustice
by
intreats
,
Or
tire
them
all
with
my
reuenging
threats
.
Exit
.
Enter
Isabell
and
her
Maid
.
Isa.
So
that
you
say
this
hearb
will
purge
the
eye
And
this
the
head
,
ah
but
none
of
them
wil
purge
the
hart
:
No
,
thers
no
medicine
left
for
my
disease
,
Nor
any
phisick
to
recure
the
dead
:
She
runnes
lunatick
.
Horatio
,
O
wheres
Horatio
.
Maide
.
Good
Madam
,
affright
not
thus
your selfe
,
With
outrage
for
your
sonne
Horatio
.
He
sleepes
in
quiet
in
the
Elizian
fields
.
Isa.
Why
did
I
not
giue
you
gownes
and
goodly
things
,
Bought
you
a
whistle
and
a
whipstalke
too
:
To
be
reuenged
on
their
villanies
.
Maid
.
Madame
these
humors
doe
torment
my
soule
.
Isa.
My
soule
,
poore
soule
thou
talkes
of
things
Thou
knowst
not
what
,
my
soule
hath
siluer
wings
,
That
mounts
me
vp
vnto
the
highest
heauens
,
To
heauen
,
I
there
sits
my
Horatio
,
Backt
with
a
troup
of
fiery
Cherubins
,
Dauncing
about
his
newly
healed
wounds
Singing
sweet
hymnes
and
chaunting
heauenly
notes
,
Rare
hermony
to
greet
his
innocence
,
That
dyde
,
I
dyde
a
mirrour
in
our
daies
.
But
say
,
where
shall
I
finde
,
the
men
,
the
murderers
,
That
flew
Horatio
,
whether
shall
I
runne
,
To
finde
them
out
,
that
murdered
my
Sonne
.
Exeunt
.
Bel-imperia
at
a
window
.
Bel.
What
meanes
this
outrage
that
is
offred
me
?
Why
am
I
thus
sequestred
from
the
Court
?
No
notice
,
shall
I
not
know
the
cause
,
Of
this
my
secret
and
suspitious
ils
?
Accursed
brother
,
vnkinde
murderer
.
Why
bends
thou
thus
thy
minde
to
martir
me
?
Hieronimo
,
why
writ
I
of
thy
wrongs
?
Or
why
art
thou
so
slacke
in
thy
reuenge
?
Andrea
,
O
Andrea
that
thou
sawest
,
Me
for
thy
freend
Horatio
handled
thus
,
And
him
for
me
thus
causeles
murdered
.
Wel
,
force
perforce
,
I
must
constraine
my selfe
,
To
patience
,
and
apply
me
to
the
time
,
Till
heauen
as
I
haue
hoped
shall
set
me
free
.
Enter
Christophill
.
Chris.
Come
Madame
Bel-imperia
,
this
may
not
be
,
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lorenzo
,
Balthazar
,
and
the
Page
.
Lor.
Boy
,
talke
no
further
,
thus
farre
things
goe
well
,
Thou
art
assurde
that
thou
sawest
him
dead
?
Page
.
Or
els
my
Lord
I
liue
not
.
Lor.
Thats
enough
.
As
for
his
resolution
in
his
end
,
Leaue
that
to
him
with
whom
he
soiourns
now
.
Heere
,
take
my
ring
,
and
giue
it
Christophill
,
And
bid
him
let
my
Sister
be
enlarg'd
,
And
bring
her
hither
straight
.
Exit
Page
.
This
that
I
did
was
for
a
policie
,
To
smooth
and
keepe
the
murder
secret
,
Which
as
a
nine
daies
wonder
being
ore-blowne
,
My
gentle
Sister
will
I
now
enlarge
.
Bal.
And
time
Lorenzo
,
for
my
Lord
the
Duke
,
You
heard
enquired
for
her
yester-night
.
Lor.
Why
?
and
my
Lord
,
I
hope
you
heard
me
say
,
Sufficient
reason
,
why
she
kept
away
.
But
thats
all
one
,
my
Lord
,
you
loue
her
?
Bal.
I
.
Lor.
Then
in
your
loue
beware
,
deale
cunningly
,
Salue
all
suspitions
,
onely
sooth
me
vp
,
And
if
she
hap
to
stand
on
tearmes
with
vs
,
As
for
her
sweet
hart
,
and
concealement
so
,
lest
with
her
gently
,
vnder
fained
iest
Are
things
concealde
,
that
els
would
breed
vnrest
.
But
heere
she
comes
.
Enter
Bel-imperia
.
Lor.
Now
Sister
.
Bel.
Sister
,
no
thou
art
no
brother
,
but
an
enemy
.
Els
wouldst
thou
not
haue
vsde
thy
Sister
so
,
First
,
to
affright
me
with
thy
weapons
drawne
,
And
with
extreames
abuse
my
company
:
And
then
to
hurry
me
like
whirlewinds
rage
,
A
midst
a
crew
of
thy
confederates
:
And
clap
me
vp
where
none
might
come
at
me
,
Nor
I
at
any
to
reueale
my
wrongs
.
What
madding
fury
did
possesse
thy
wits
?
Or
wherein
ist
that
I
offended
thee
?
Lor.
Aduise
you
better
Bel-imperia
,
For
I
haue
done
you
no
disparagement
:
Vnlesse
by
more
discretion
then
deseru'd
,
I
sought
to
saue
your
honour
and
mine
owne
.
Bel.
Mine
honour
,
why
Lorenzo
,
wher
in
ist
,
That
I
neglect
my
reputation
so
,
As
you
,
or
any
need
to
rescue
it
.
Lor.
His
highnes
and
my
Father
were
resolu'd
,
To
come
conferre
with
olde
Hieronimo
,
Concerning
certaine
matters
of
estate
,
That
by
the
Viceroy
was
determined
.
Bel.
And
wherein
was
mine
honour
toucht
in
that
?
Bal.
Haue
patience
Bel-imperia
,
heare
the
rest
.
Lor.
Me
next
in
sight
as
messenger
they
sent
,
To
giue
him
notice
that
they
were
so
nigh
:
Now
when
I
came
consorted
with
the
Prince
,
And
vnexpected
in
an
Arbour
there
,
Found
Bel-imperia
with
Horatio
.
Bel.
How
than
?
Lor.
Why
then
remembring
that
olde
disgrace
,
Which
you
for
Don
Andrea
had
indurde
,
And
now
were
likely
longer
to
sustaine
,
By
being
found
so
meanely
accompanied
:
Thought
rather
,
for
I
knew
no
readier
meane
,
To
thrust
Horatio
forth
my
fathers
way
.
Bal.
And
carry
you
obscurely
some where
els
,
Least
that
his
highnes
should
haue
found
you
there
.
Bel.
Euen
so
my
Lord
,
and
you
are
witnesse
,
That
this
is
true
which
he
entreateth
of
.
You
(
gentle
brother
)
forged
this
for
my
sake
,
And
you
my
Lord
,
were
made
his
instruement
:
A
worke
of
worth
,
worthy
the
noting
too
.
But
whats
the
cause
that
you
concealde
me
since
?
Lor
Your
melancholly
Sister
since
the
newes
,
Of
your
first
fauourite
Don
Andreas
death
,
My
Fathers
olde
wrath
hath
exasperate
.
Bal.
And
better
wast
for
you
being
in
disgrace
,
To
absent
your selfe
and
giue
his
fury
place
.
Bel.
But
why
had
I
no
notice
of
his
ire
?
Lor.
That
were
to
adde
more
fewell
to
your
fire
.
Who
burnt
like
Aetna
for
Andreas
losse
.
Bel.
Hath
not
my
Father
then
enquirde
for
me
?
Lor.
Sister
he
hath
,
and
thus
excusde
I
thee
.
He
whispereth
in
her
care
.
But
Bel-imperia
,
see
the
gentle
prince
,
Looke
on
thy
loue
,
beholde
yong
Balthazar
.
Whose
passions
by
thy
presence
are
increast
,
And
in
whose
melanchollie
thou
maiest
see
,
Thy
hate
,
his
loue
:
thy
flight
,
his
following
thee
.
Bel.
Brother
you
are
become
an
Oratour
,
I
know
not
I
,
by
what
experience
,
Too
pollitick
for
me
,
past
all
compare
,
Since
last
I
saw
you
,
but
content
your selfe
,
The
Prince
is
meditating
higher
things
,
Bal.
Tis
of
thy
beauty
then
that
conquers
Kings
.
Of
those
thy
tresses
Ariadnes
twines
,
Where
with
my
libertie
thou
hast
surprisde
.
Of
that
thine
iuorie
front
my
sorrowes
map
,
Wherein
I
see
no
hauen
to
rest
my
hope
.
Bel.
To
loue
,
and
feare
,
and
both
at
once
my
Lord
,
In
my
conceipt
,
are
things
of
more
import
,
Then
womens
wits
are
to
be
busied
with
.
Bal.
Tis
I
that
loue
.
Bel.
Whome
?
Bal.
Bel-imperia
.
Bel.
But
I
that
feare
.
Bal.
Whome
?
Bel.
Bel-imperia
.
Lor.
Feare
your selfe
?
Bel.
I
brother
.
Lor.
How
?
Bel.
As
those
,
that
what
they
loue
,
are
loath
,
and
feare
to
loose
.
Bal.
Then
faire
,
let
Balthazar
your
keeper
be
,
Bel.
No
,
Balthazar
doth
feare
as
well
as
we
.
Est
tremulo
metui
pauidum
iunxere
timorem
,
Et
vanum
stolidae
proditionis
opus
.
Exit
.
Lor.
Nay
,
and
you
argue
things
so
cunningly
,
Weele
goe
continue
this
discourse
at
Court
,
Bal.
Led
by
the
loadstar
of
her
heauenly
lookes
,
Wends
poore
oppressed
Balthazar
,
As
ore
the
mountains
walkes
the
wanderer
,
Incertain
to
effect
his
Pilgrimage
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
two
Portingales
,
and
Hieronimo
meets
them
.
1
By
your
leaue
Sir
.
Hiero.
Good
leaue
haue
you
,
nay
,
I
pray
you
goe
,
For
ile
leaue
you
,
if
you
can
leaue
me
so
.
2
Pray
you
which
is
the
next
way
to
my
L.
the
Dukes
.
Hiero.
The
next
way
from
me
.
1
To
his
house
we
meane
.
Hiero.
O
hard
by
,
tis
yon
house
that
you
see
.
2
You
could
not
tell
vs
,
if
his
Sonne
were
there
.
Hiero.
Who
,
my
Lord
Lorenzo
?
1
I
Sir
.
He
goeth
in
at
one
doore
and
comes
out
at
another
.
Hiero.
Oh
forbeare
,
for
other
talke
for
vs
far
fitter
were
.
But
if
you
be
importunate
to
know
,
The
way
to
him
,
and
where
to
finde
him
out
,
Then
list
to
me
,
and
Ile
resolue
your
doubt
.
There
is
a
path
vpon
your
left
hand
side
,
That
leadeth
from
a
guiltie
conscience
,
Vnto
a
forrest
of
distrust
and
feare
.
A
darkesome
place
and
dangerous
to
passe
,
There
shall
you
meet
with
melancholly
thoughts
,
Whose
balefull
humours
if
you
but
vpholde
,
It
will
conduct
you
to
dispaire
and
death
:
Whose
rockie
cliffes
,
when
you
haue
once
behelde
,
Within
a
hugie
dale
of
lasting
night
,
That
kindled
with
the
worlds
iniquities
,
Doth
cast
vp
filthy
and
detested
fumes
.
Not
far
from
thence
where
murderers
haue
built
,
A
habitation
for
their
cursed
soules
:
There
in
a
brazen
Caldron
fixt
by
Ioue
,
In
his
fell
wrath
vpon
a
sulpher
flame
:
Your selues
shall
finde
Lorenzo
bathing
him
,
In
boyling
lead
and
blood
of
innocents
.
1
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Hiero.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
:
why
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Farewell
good
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Exit
.
2
Doubtles
this
man
is
passing
lunaticke
,
Or
imperfection
of
his
age
doth
make
him
dote
.
Come
,
lets
away
to
seek
my
Lord
the
Duke
.
Enter
Hieronimo
with
a
Ponyard
in
one
hand
,
and
a
Rope
in
the
other
.
Hiero.
Now
Sir
,
perhaps
I
come
and
see
the
King
,
The
King
sees
me
,
and
faine
would
heare
my
sute
.
Why
is
not
this
a
strange
and
seld
seene
thing
.
That
standers
by
with
toyes
should
strike
me
mute
.
Go
too
,
I
see
their
shifts
,
and
say
no
more
,
Hieronimo
,
tis
time
for
thee
to
trudge
.
Downe
by
the
dale
that
flowes
with
purple
gore
,
Standeth
a
firie
Tower
,
there
sits
a
iudge
,
Vpon
a
seat
of
steele
and
molten
brasse
:
And
twixt
his
teeth
he
holdes
a
fire-brand
,
That
leades
vnto
the
lake
where
hell
doth
stand
.
Away
Hieronimo
to
him
be
gone
:
Heele
doe
thee
iustice
for
Horatios
death
.
Turne
down
this
path
thou
shalt
be
with
him
straite
,
Or
this
,
and
then
thou
needst
not
take
thy
breth
.
This
way
,
or
that
way
:
soft
and
faire
,
not
so
:
For
if
I
hang
or
kill
my selfe
,
lets
know
Who
will
reuenge
Horatios
murther
then
?
No
,
no
,
fie
no
:
pardon
me
,
ile
none
of
that
:
He
flings
away
the
dagger
&
halter
.
This
way
ile
take
,
and
this
way
comes
the
King
,
He
takes
them
vp
againe
.
And
heere
Ile
haue
a
fling
at
him
thats
flat
.
And
Balthazar
ile
be
with
thee
to
bring
,
And
thee
Lorenzo
,
heeres
the
King
,
nay
,
stay
,
And
heere
,
I
heere
,
there
goes
the
hare
away
.
Enter
King
,
Embassador
,
Castile
,
and
Lorenzo
.
King
.
Now
shew
Embassadour
what
our
Viceroy
saith
,
Hath
hee
receiu'd
the
articles
we
sent
?
Hiero.
Iustice
,
O
iustice
to
Hieronimo
.
Lor.
Back
,
seest
thou
not
the
King
is
busie
?
Hiero.
O
,
is
he
so
.
King
.
Who
is
he
that
interrupts
our
busines
?
Hiero.
Not
I
,
Hieronimo
beware
,
goe
by
,
goe
by
.
Embas.
Renowned
King
he
hath
receiued
and
read
,
Thy
kingly
proffers
,
and
thy
promist
league
,
And
as
a
man
extreamely
ouer-ioyd
,
To
heare
his
Sonne
so
Princely
entertainde
,
Whose
death
he
had
so
solemnely
bewailde
.
This
for
thy
further
satisfaction
,
And
kingly
loue
,
he
kindely
lets
thee
know
:
First
,
for
the
marriage
of
his
Princely
Sonne
,
With
Bel-imperia
thy
beloued
Neece
,
The
newes
are
more
delightfull
to
his
soule
,
Then
myrrh
or
incense
to
the
offended
heauens
.
In
person
therefore
will
he
come
himselfe
,
To
see
the
marriage
rites
solemnized
,
And
in
the
presence
of
the
Court
of
Spaine
,
To
knit
a
sure
inexecrable
band
,
Of
Kingly
loue
,
and
euerlasting
league
,
Betwixt
the
Crownes
of
Spaine
and
Portingale
.
There
will
he
giue
his
Crowne
to
Balthazar
,
And
make
a
Queene
of
Bel-imperia
.
King
.
Brother
,
how
like
you
this
our
Vice-roies
loue
?
Cast.
No
doubt
my
Lord
,
it
is
an
argument
Of
honorable
care
to
keepe
his
freend
,
And
wondrous
zeale
to
Balthazar
his
sonne
?
Nor
am
I
least
indebted
to
his
grace
,
That
bends
his
liking
to
my
daughter
thus
.
Em.
Now
last
(
dread
Lord
)
heere
hath
his
highnes
sent
,
Although
he
send
not
that
his
Sonne
returne
,
His
ransome
due
to
Don
Horatio
.
Hiero.
Horatio
,
who
cals
Horatio
?
King
.
And
well
remembred
,
thank
his
Maiestie
.
Heere
,
see
it
giuen
to
Horatio
.
Hiero.
Iustice
,
O
iustice
,
iustice
,
gentle
King
.
King
.
Who
is
that
?
Hieronimo
?
Hiero.
Iustice
,
O
iustice
,
O
my
sonne
,
my
sonne
,
My
Sonne
whom
naught
can
ransome
or
redeeme
.
Lor.
Hieronimo
,
you
are
not
well
aduisde
.
Hiero.
A
way
Lorenzo
hinder
me
no
more
,
For
thou
hast
made
me
bankrupt
of
my
blisse
:
Giue
me
my
sonne
,
you
shall
not
ransome
him
.
Away
,
ile
rip
the
bowels
of
the
earth
,
He
diggeth
with
his
dagger
.
And
Ferrie
ouer
to
th'Elizian
plaines
,
And
bring
my
Sonne
to
shew
his
deadly
wounds
.
Stand
from
about
me
,
ile
make
a
pickaxe
of
my
poniard
,
And
heere
surrender
vp
my
Marshalship
:
For
Ile
goe
marshall
vp
the
feends
in
hell
,
To
be
auenged
on
you
all
for
this
.
King
.
What
meanes
this
outrage
?
will
none
of
you
restraine
his
fury
?
Hiero.
Nay
soft
and
faire
,
you
shall
not
need
to
striue
,
Needs
must
he
goe
that
the
diuels
driue
.
Exit
.
King
.
What
accident
hath
hapt
Hieronimo
?
I
haue
not
seene
him
to
demeane
him
so
.
Lor.
My
gratious
Lord
,
he
is
with
extreame
pride
,
Conceiued
of
yong
Horatio
his
Sonne
,
And
couetous
of
hauing
to
himselfe
,
The
ransome
of
the
yong
Prince
Balthazar
.
Distract
and
in
a
manner
lunatick
.
King
.
Beleeue
me
Nephew
we
are
sorie
fort
,
This
is
the
loue
that
Fathers
beare
their
sonnes
:
But
gentle
brother
,
goe
giue
to
him
this
golde
,
The
Princes
raunsome
,
let
him
haue
his
due
,
For
what
he
hath
Horatio
shall
not
want
,
Happily
Hieronimo
hath
need
thereof
.
Lor.
But
if
he
be
thus
helplesly
distract
,
Tis
requisite
his
office
be
resignde
,
And
giuen
to
one
of
more
discretion
.
King
.
We
shall
encrease
his
melanchollie
so
.
Tis
best
that
we
see
further
in
it
first
:
Till
when
,
our selfe
will
exempt
the
place
.
And
Brother
,
now
bring
in
the
Embassador
,
That
he
may
be
a
witnes
of
the
match
.
Twixt
Balthazar
and
Bel-imperia
.
And
that
we
may
prefixe
a
certaine
time
.
Wherein
the
marriage
shalbe
solemnized
,
That
we
may
haue
thy
Lord
the
Vice-roy
heere
.
Em.
Therein
your
highnes
highly
shall
content
,
His
Maiestie
,
that
longs
to
heare
from
hence
.
King
.
On
then
,
and
heare
you
Lord
Embassadour
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Hieronimo
with
a
book
in
his
hand
.
Vindicta
mihi
.
I
,
heauen
will
be
reuenged
of
euery
ill
,
Nor
will
they
suffer
murder
vnrepaide
:
Then
stay
Hieronimo
,
attend
their
will
,
For
mortall
men
may
not
appoint
their
time
.
Perscelus
semper
tuinm
est
sceleribus
iter
.
Strike
,
and
strike
home
,
where
wrong
is
offred
thee
,
For
euils
vnto
ils
conductors
be
.
And
death's
the
worst
of
resolution
.
For
he
that
thinks
with
patience
to
contend
,
To
quiet
life
,
his
life
shall
easily
end
.
Fata
si
miseros
iuuant
habes
salutem
:
Fata
si
vitam
negant
,
habes
sepulchrum
.
If
destinie
thy
miseries
doe
ease
,
Then
hast
thou
health
,
and
happie
shalt
thou
be
:
If
destinie
denie
thee
life
Hieronimo
.
Yet
shalt
thou
be
assured
of
a
tombe
:
If
neither
,
yet
let
this
thy
comfort
be
,
Heauen
couereth
him
that
hath
no
buriall
,
And
to
conclude
,
I
will
reuenge
his
death
,
But
how
?
not
as
the
vulgare
wits
of
men
,
With
open
,
but
ineuitable
ils
.
As
by
a
secret
,
yet
a
certain
meane
,
Which
vnder
kindeship
wilbe
cloked
best
.
Wise
men
will
take
their
oportunitie
,
Closely
and
safely
fitting
things
to
time
:
But
in
extreames
aduantage
hath
no
time
.
And
therefore
all
times
fit
not
for
reuenge
:
Thus
therefore
will
I
res
ime
in
vnrest
,
Dissembling
quiet
in
vnquietnes
,
Not
seeming
that
I
know
their
villanies
:
That
my
simplicitie
may
make
them
think
,
That
ignorantly
I
will
let
all
slip
:
For
ignorance
I
wot
,
and
well
they
know
,
Remedium
malorum
iners
est
.
Nor
ought
auailes
it
me
to
menace
them
,
Who
as
a
wintrie
storme
vpon
a
plaine
,
Will
beare
me
downe
with
their
nobilitie
.
No
,
no
,
Hieronimo
,
thou
must
enioyne
Thine
eies
to
obseruation
,
and
thy
tung
To
milder
speeches
,
then
thy
spirit
affoords
,
Thy
hart
to
patience
,
and
thy
hands
to
rest
,
Thy
Cappe
to
curtesie
,
and
thy
knee
to
bow
,
Till
to
reuenge
thou
know
when
,
where
,
and
how
.
How
now
,
what
noise
,
what
coile
is
that
you
keepe
?
A
noise
within
.
Enter
a
Seruant
.
Ser.
Heere
are
a
sort
of
poore
Petitioners
,
That
are
importunate
and
it
shall
please
you
sir
,
That
you
should
plead
their
cases
to
the
King
.
Hiero.
That
I
should
plead
their
seuerall
actions
,
Why
let
them
enter
,
and
let
me
see
them
.
Enter
three
Cittizens
and
an
olde
Man
.
1
So
I
tell
you
this
for
learning
and
for
law
,
Theres
not
any
aduocate
in
Spaine
,
That
can
preuaile
,
or
will
take
halfe
the
paine
,
That
he
will
in
pursuite
of
equitie
.
Hiero.
Come
neere
you
men
that
thus
importune
me
,
Now
must
I
beare
a
face
of
grauitie
,
For
thus
I
vsde
before
my
Marshalship
,
To
pleade
in
causes
as
Corrigedor
.
Come
on
sirs
,
whats
the
matter
?
2
Sir
an
Action
.
Hiero.
Of
Batterie
?
1
Mine
of
debt
.
Hiero.
Giue
place
.
2
No
sir
,
mine
is
an
action
of
the
case
.
3
Mine
an
Eiectione
firma
by
a
Lease
.
Hiero.
Content
you
sirs
,
are
you
determined
,
That
I
should
plead
your
seuerall
actions
?
1
I
sir
,
and
heeres
my
declaration
,
2
And
heere
is
my
band
.
3
And
heere
is
my
lease
.
They
giue
him
paper
:
Hiero.
But
wherefore
stands
yon
silly
man
so
mute
,
With
mournfull
eyes
and
hands
to
heauen
vprearde
?
Come
hether
father
,
let
me
know
thy
cause
.
Senex
.
O
worthy
sir
,
my
cause
but
slightly
knowne
,
May
mooue
the
harts
of
warlike
Myrmydons
,
And
melt
the
Corsicke
rockes
with
ruthfull
teares
.
Hiero.
Say
Father
,
tell
me
whats
thy
sute
?
Senex
.
No
sir
,
could
my
woes
Giue
way
vnto
my
most
distresfull
words
,
Then
should
I
not
in
paper
as
you
see
,
With
incke
bewray
,
what
blood
began
in
me
.
Hiero.
Whats
heere
?
the
humble
supplication
Of
Don
Bazulto
for
his
murdred
sonne
.
Senex
.
I
Sir
.
Hiero.
No
sir
,
it
was
my
murdred
sonne
,
oh
my
sonne
.
My
sonne
,
oh
my
sonne
Horatio
.
But
mine
,
or
thine
,
Bazulto
be
content
.
Heere
,
take
my
hand-kercher
and
wipe
thine
eies
,
Whiles
wretched
I
,
in
thy
mishaps
may
see
,
The
liuely
portraict
of
my
dying
selfe
,
He
draweth
out
a
bloudie
Napkin
.
O
no
,
not
this
,
Horatio
this
was
thine
,
And
when
I
dyde
it
in
thy
deerest
blood
,
This
was
a
token
twixt
thy
soule
and
me
,
That
of
thy
death
reuenged
I
should
be
.
But
heere
,
take
this
,
and
this
,
what
my
purse
?
I
this
and
that
,
and
all
of
them
are
thine
,
For
all
as
one
are
our
extremeties
.
1
Oh
,
see
the
kindenes
of
Hieronimo
.
2
This
gentlenes
shewes
him
a
Gentleman
.
Hiero.
See
,
see
,
oh
see
thy
shame
Hieronimo
,
See
heere
a
louing
Father
to
his
sonne
:
Beholde
the
sorrowes
and
the
sad
laments
,
That
he
deliuereth
for
his
sonnes
dicease
.
If
loues
effects
so
striues
in
lesser
things
,
If
loue
enforce
such
moodes
in
meaner
wits
,
If
loue
expresse
such
power
in
poore
estates
:
Hieronimo
,
When as
a
raging
Sea
,
Tost
with
the
winde
and
tide
ore
turnest
then
The
vpper
billowes
course
of
waues
to
keep
,
Whilest
lesser
waters
labour
in
the
deepe
.
Then
shamest
thou
not
Hieronimo
to
neglect
,
The
sweet
reuenge
of
thy
Horatio
.
Though
on
this
earth
iustice
will
not
be
found
:
Ile
downe
to
hell
and
in
this
passion
,
Knock
at
the
dismall
gates
of
Plutos
Court
,
Getting
by
force
as
once
Alcides
did
,
A
troupe
of
furies
and
tormenting
hagges
,
To
torture
Don
Lorenzo
and
the
rest
.
Yet
least
the
triple
headed
porter
should
,
Denye
my
passage
to
the
slimy
strond
:
The
Thracian
Poet
thou
shalt
counterfeite
:
Come
on
olde
Father
be
my
Orpheus
,
And
if
thou
canst
no
notes
vpon
the
Harpe
,
Then
sound
the
burden
of
thy
fore
harts
greefe
,
Till
we
do
gaine
that
Proserpine
may
graunt
,
Reuenge
on
them
that
murdred
my
Sonne
,
Then
will
I
rent
and
teare
them
thus
and
thus
,
Shiuering
their
limmes
in
peeces
with
my
teeth
.
Teare
the
Papers
.
1
Oh
sir
my
Declaration
.
Exit
Hieronimo
and
they
after
.
2
Saue
my
bond
.
Enter
Hieronimo
.
2
Saue
my
bond
.
3
Alas
my
lease
,
it
cost
me
ten
pound
,
And
you
my
Lord
haue
torne
the
same
.
Hiero.
That
can
not
be
,
I
gaue
it
neuer
a
wound
,
Shew
me
one
drop
of
bloud
fall
from
the
same
:
How
is
it
possible
I
should
stay
it
then
,
Tush
no
,
run
after
,
catch
me
if
you
can
.
Exeunt
all
but
the
olde
man
.
Bazulto
remaines
till
Hieronimo
enters
againe
,
who
staring
him
in
the
face
speakes
.
Hiero.
And
art
thou
come
Horatio
from
the
depth
,
To
aske
for
iustice
in
this
vpper
earth
?
To
tell
thy
Father
thou
art
vnreueng'd
,
To
wring
more
teares
from
Isabellas
eies
?
Whose
lights
are
dimd
with
ouer-long
laments
.
Goe
back
my
sonne
,
complaine
to
Eacus
,
For
heeres
no
iustice
,
gentle
boy
be
gone
.
For
iustice
is
exiled
from
the
earth
:
Heronimo
will
beare
thee
company
:
Thy
mother
cries
on
righteous
Radamant
,
For
iust
reuenge
against
the
murderers
.
Senex
.
Alas
my
L.
whence
springs
this
troubled
speech
?
Hiero.
But
let
me
looke
on
my
Horatio
:
Sweet
boy
how
art
thou
chang'd
in
deaths
black
shade
?
Had
Proserpine
no
pittie
on
thy
youth
?
But
suffered
thy
fair
crimson
colourd
spring
,
With
withered
winter
to
be
blasted
thus
?
Horatio
,
thou
art
older
then
thy
Father
:
Ah
ruthlesse
Father
,
that
fauour
thus
transformess
Ba.
Ah
my
good
Lord
,
I
am
not
your
yong
Sonne
.
Hie.
What
,
not
my
Sonne
,
thou
then
,
a
furie
art
,
Sent
from
the
emptie
Kingdome
of
blacke
night
,
To
summon
me
to
make
appearance
:
Before
grim
Mynos
and
iust
Radamant
.
To
plague
Hieronimo
that
is
remisse
,
And
seekes
not
vengeance
for
Horatioes
.
death
.
Ba.
I
am
a
greeued
man
and
not
a
Ghost
,
That
came
for
iustice
for
my
murdered
Sonne
.
Hie.
I
,
now
I
know
thee
,
now
thou
namest
my
Sonne
,
Thou
art
the
liuely
image
of
my
griefe
,
Within
thy
face
,
my
sorrowes
I
may
see
.
Thy
eyes
are
gum'd
with
teares
,
thy
cheekes
are
wan
,
Thy
forehead
troubled
,
and
thy
muttring
lips
Murmure
sad
words
abruptly
broken
off
,
By
force
of
windie
sighes
thy
spirit
breathes
,
And
all
this
sorrow
riseth
for
thy
Sonne
:
And
selfe
same
sorrow
feele
I
for
my
Sonne
.
Come
in
old
man
,
thou
shalt
to
Izabell
,
Leane
on
my
arme
,
I
thee
,
thou
me
shalt
stay
,
And
thou
,
and
I
,
and
she
will
sing
a
song
:
Three
parts
in
one
,
but
all
of
discords
fram'd
,
Talke
not
of
cords
,
but
let
vs
now
be
gone
,
For
with
a
cord
Horatio
was
slaine
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
King
of
Spaine
,
the
Duke
,
Vice-roy
,
and
Lorenzo
,
Balthazar
,
Don
Pedro
,
and
Belimperia
.
King
.
Go
Brother
it
is
the
Duke
of
Castiles
cause
,
salute
the
Vice
.
roy
in
our
name
.
Castile
.
I
go
.
Vice.
Go
forth
Don
Pedro
for
thy
Nephews
sake
,
And
greet
the
Duke
of
Castile
.
Pedro.
It
shall
be
so
.
King
.
And
now
to
meet
these
Portaguise
,
For
as
we
now
are
,
so
sometimes
were
these
,
Kings
and
commanders
of
the
westerne
Indies
.
Welcome
braue
Vice-roy
to
the
Court
of
Spaine
,
And
welcome
all
his
honorable
traine
:
Tis
not
vnknowne
to
vs
,
for
why
you
come
,
Or
haue
so
kingly
crost
the
Seas
:
Suffiseth
it
in
this
we
note
the
troth
,
And
more
then
common
loue
you
lend
to
vs
.
So
is
it
that
mine
honorable
Neice
,
For
it
beseemes
vs
now
that
it
be
knowne
,
Already
is
betroth'd
to
Balthazar
:
And
by
appointment
and
our
condiscent
,
To morrow
are
they
to
be
married
.
To
this
intent
we
entertaine
thy selfe
,
Thy
followers
,
their
pleasure
,
and
our
peace
:
Speak
men
of
Portingale
,
shall
it
be
so
?
If
I
,
say
so
:
if
not
,
say
flatly
no
.
Vice.
Renowmed
King
,
I
come
not
as
thou
thinkst
,
With
doubtfull
followers
,
vnresolued
men
,
But
such
as
haue
vpon
thine
articles
,
Confirmed
thy
motion
and
contented
me
.
Know
soueraigne
,
I
come
to
solemnize
The
marriage
of
thy
beloued
Neece
,
Faire
Bel-imperia
with
my
Balthazar
.
With
thee
my
Sonne
,
whom
sith
I
liue
to
see
;
Heere
take
my
Crowne
,
I
giue
it
her
and
thee
,
And
let
me
liue
a
solitarie
life
,
In
ceaselesse
praiers
,
To
think
how
strangely
heauen
hath
thee
preserued
.
King
,
See
brother
,
see
,
how
nature
striues
in
him
,
Come
worthy
Vice-roy
and
accompany
Thy
freend
,
with
thine
extremities
:
A
place
more
priuate
fits
this
princely
mood
.
Vice.
Or
heere
or
where
your
highnes
thinks
it
good
.
Exeunt
all
but
Cast
and
Lor.
Cas.
Nay
stay
Lorenzo
,
let
me
talke
with
you
,
Seest
thou
this
entertainement
of
these
Kings
?
Lor.
I
doe
my
Lord
,
and
ioy
to
see
the
same
.
Cas.
And
knowest
thou
why
this
meeting
is
?
Lor.
For
her
my
Lord
,
whom
Balthazar
doth
loue
,
And
to
confirme
their
promised
marriage
.
Cas.
She
is
thy
Sister
?
Lor.
Who
Bel-imperia
,
I
my
gratious
Lord
,
And
this
is
the
day
,
that
I
haue
longd
so
happily
to
see
.
Cas.
Thou
wouldst
be
loath
that
any
fault
of
thine
,
Should
intercept
her
in
her
happines
.
Lor.
Heauens
will
not
let
Lorenzo
erre
so
much
,
Cas.
Why
then
Lorenzo
listen
to
my
words
:
It
is
suspected
and
reported
too
,
That
thou
Lorenzo
wrongst
Hieronimo
.
And
in
his
sutes
towards
his
Maiestie
,
Still
keepst
him
back
,
and
seeks
to
crosse
his
sute
.
Lor.
That
I
my
Lord
?
Cas.
I
tell
thee
Sonne
my selfe
haue
heard
it
said
,
When
to
my
sorrow
I
haue
beene
ashamed
To
answere
for
thee
,
though
thou
art
my
sonne
,
Lorenzo
,
knowest
thou
not
the
common
loue
,
And
kindenes
that
Hieronimo
hath
wone
,
By
his
deserts
within
the
Court
of
Spaine
?
Or
seest
thou
not
the
K.
my
brothers
care
,
In
his
behalfe
,
and
to
procure
his
health
?
Lorenzo
,
shouldst
thou
thwart
his
passions
,
And
hee
exclaime
against
thee
to
the
King
,
What
honour
wert
in
this
assembly
,
Or
what
a
scandale
wert
among
the
Kings
,
To
heare
Hieronimo
exclaime
on
thee
.
Tell
me
,
and
looke
thou
tell
me
truely
too
,
Whence
growes
the
ground
of
this
report
in
Court
.
Lor.
My
L.
it
lyes
not
in
Lorenzos
power
,
To
stop
the
vulgar
liberall
of
their
tongues
:
A
small
aduantage
makes
a
water
breach
,
And
no
man
liues
that
long
contenteth
all
.
Cas.
My selfe
haue
seene
thee
busie
to
keep
back
,
Him
and
his
supplications
from
the
King
.
Lor.
Your selfe
my
L.
hath
seene
his
passions
,
That
ill
beseemde
the
presence
of
a
King
,
And
for
I
pittied
him
in
his
distresse
,
I
helde
him
thence
with
kinde
and
curteous
words
,
As
free
from
malice
to
Hieronimo
,
As
to
my
soule
my
Lord
.
Cas.
Hieronimo
my
sonne
,
mistakes
thee
then
,
Lor.
My
gratious
Father
,
beleeue
me
so
he
doth
,
But
whats
a
silly
man
distract
in
minde
.
To
think
vpon
the
murder
of
his
sonne
:
Alas
,
how
easie
is
it
for
him
to
erre
?
But
for
his
satisfaction
and
the
worlds
,
Twere
good
my
L.
that
Hieronimo
and
I
,
Were
reconcilde
,
if
he
misconster
me
.
Cas.
Lorenzo
thou
hast
said
,
it
shalbe
so
,
Goe
one
of
you
and
call
Hieronimo
.
Enter
Balthazar
aud
Bel-imperia
.
Bal.
Come
Bel-imperie
,
Balthazars
content
,
My
sorrowes
ease
and
soueraigne
of
my
blisse
,
Sith
heauen
hath
or
dainde
thee
to
be
mine
:
Disperce
those
cloudes
and
melanchollie
lookes
,
And
cleere
them
vp
with
those
thy
Sunne
bright
eies
,
Wherein
my
hope
and
heauens
faire
beautie
lies
.
Bel.
My
lookes
my
Lord
,
are
fitting
for
my
loue
,
Which
new
begun
,
can
shew
,
brighter
yet
.
Bal.
New
kindled
flames
should
burne
as
morning
Sun
.
Bel.
But
not
too
fast
,
least
heate
and
all
be
done
.
I
see
my
Lord
my
Father
.
Bal.
Truce
my
loue
,
I
will
goe
salute
him
.
Cas.
Welcome
Balthazar
,
welcome
braue
Prince
,
The
pledge
of
Castiles
peace
:
And
welcome
Bel-imperia
,
how
now
girle
?
Why
commest
thou
sadly
to
salute
vs
thus
?
Content
thy selfe
for
I
am
satisfied
,
It
is
not
now
as
when
Andrea
liu'd
,
We
haue
forgotten
and
forgiuen
that
,
And
thou
art
graced
with
a
happier
loue
,
But
Balthazar
heere
comes
Hieronimo
.
Ile
haue
a
word
with
him
.
Enter
Hieronimo
and
a
Seruant
.
Hiero.
And
wheres
the
Duke
?
Ser.
yonder
.
Hiero.
Euen
so
:
what
new
deuice
haue
they
deuised
tro
?
Pocas
Palabras
,
milde
as
the
Lambe
,
Ist
I
will
be
reueng'd
?
no
,
I
am
not
the
man
.
Cas.
Welcome
Hieronimo
.
Lor.
Welcome
Hieronimo
.
Bal.
Welcome
Hieronimo
.
Hiero.
My
Lords
I
thank
you
for
Horatio
.
Cas.
Hieronimo
,
the
reason
that
I
sent
To
speak
with
you
,
is
this
.
Hiero.
What
,
so
short
?
Then
ile
be
gone
,
I
thank
you
fort
:
Cas.
Nay
,
stay
Hieronimo
,
goe
call
him
sonne
.
Hieronimo
,
my
father
craues
a
word
with
you
.
Hiero.
With
me
sir
?
why
my
L.
I
thought
you
had
done
.
Lor.
No
,
would
he
had
.
Cas.
Hieronimo
,
I
hear
you
finde
your selfe
agreeued
at
my
Sonne
,
Because
you
haue
not
accesse
vnto
the
King
,
And
say
tis
he
that
intercepts
your
sutes
.
Hiero.
Why
,
is
not
this
a
miserable
thing
my
Lord
?
Cas.
Hieronimo
,
I
hope
you
haue
no
cause
,
And
would
be
loth
that
one
of
your
deserts
,
Should
once
haue
reason
to
suspect
my
Sonne
,
Considering
how
I
think
of
you
my selfe
.
Hiero.
Your
sonne
Lorenzo
,
whome
,
my
noble
Lord
?
The
hope
of
Spaine
,
mine
honourable
freend
?
Graunt
me
the
combat
of
them
,
if
they
dare
.
Drawes
out
his
sword
.
Ile
meet
him
face
to
face
to
tell
me
so
.
These
be
the
scandalous
reports
of
such
,
As
loues
not
me
,
and
hate
my
Lord
too
much
.
Should
I
suspect
Lorenzo
would
preuent
,
Or
crosse
my
sute
,
that
loued
my
Sonne
so
well
.
My
Lord
,
I
am
ashamed
it
should
be
said
.
Lor.
Hieronimo
,
I
neuer
gaue
you
cause
.
Hero.
My
good
Lord
,
I
know
you
did
not
.
Cas.
There
then
pause
,
and
for
the
satisfaction
of
the
world
,
Hieronimo
frequent
my
homely
house
,
The
Duke
of
Castile
Ciprians
ancient
seat
,
And
when
thou
wilt
,
vse
me
,
my
sonne
,
and
it
:
But
heere
before
Prince
Balthazar
and
me
,
Embrace
each
other
,
and
be
perfect
freends
.
Hiero.
I
marry
my
Lord
,
and
shall
:
Freends
(
quoth
he
)
see
,
Ile
be
freends
with
you
all
.
Specially
with
you
my
louely
Lord
,
For
diuers
causes
it
is
fit
for
vs
,
That
we
be
freends
,
the
world
is
suspitious
,
And
men
may
think
what
we
imagine
not
.
Bal.
Why
this
is
freendly
doone
Hieronimo
.
Lor.
And
that
I
hope
olde
grudges
are
forgot
.
Hiero.
What
els
,
it
were
a
shame
it
should
not
be
so
.
Cas.
Come
on
Hieronimo
at
my
request
,
Let
vs
entreat
your
company
to day
.
Exeunt
.
Hiero.
Yor
Lordships
to
commaund
,
Pha
:
keep
your
way
.
Mi.
Chi
mi
fa
?
Pui
Correzza
Che
non
sule
Tradito
viha
otrade
vule
.
Exit
.
Enter
Ghoast
and
Reuenge
.
Ghost
.
Awake
Erictha
,
Cerberus
awake
,
Sollicite
Pluto
gentle
Proserpine
,
To
combat
Achinon
and
Ericus
in
hell
.
For
neere
by
Stix
and
Phlegeton
:
Nor
ferried
Caron
to
the
fierie
lakes
,
Such
fearfull
sights
,
as
poore
Andrea
see
?
Reuenge
awake
.
Reuenge
.
Awake
,
for
why
?
Ghost
.
Awake
Reuenge
,
for
thou
art
ill
aduisde
,
Th●sleepe
,
away
,
what
,
thou
art
warnd
to
watch
.
Reuenge
.
Content
thy selfe
,
and
doe
not
trouble
me
.
Ghost
.
Awake
Reuenge
,
if
loue
as
loue
hath
had
,
Haue
yet
the
power
or
preuailance
in
hell
,
Hieronimo
with
Lorenzo
is
ioynde
in
league
,
And
intercepts
our
passage
to
reuenge
:
Awake
Reuenge
,
or
we
are
woe
begone
.
Reuenge
.
Thus
worldlings
ground
what
they
haue
dreamd
vpon
,
Content
thy selfe
Andrea
,
though
I
sleepe
,
Yet
is
my
mood
soliciting
their
soules
,
Sufficeth
thee
that
poore
Hieronimo
,
Cannot
forget
his
sonne
Horatio
.
Nor
dies
Reuenge
although
he
sleepe
a
while
,
For
in
vnquiet
,
quietnes
is
faind
:
And
slumbring
is
a
common
worldly
wile
,
Beholde
Andrea
for
an
instance
how
,
Reuenge
hath
slept
,
and
then
imagine
thou
,
What
tis
to
be
subiect
to
destinie
.
Enter
a
dumme
shew
.
Ghost
.
Awake
Reuenge
,
reueale
this
misterie
.
Reuenge
.
The
two
first
the
nuptiall
Torches
boare
,
As
brightly
burning
as
the
mid-daies
sunne
:
But
after
them
doth
Himen
hie
as
fast
,
Clothed
in
sable
,
and
a
Saffron
robe
,
And
blowes
them
out
,
and
quencheth
them
with
blood
,
As
discontent
that
things
continue
so
.
Ghost
.
Sufficeth
me
thy
meanings
vnderstood
,
And
thanks
to
thee
and
those
infernall
powers
,
That
will
not
tollerate
a
Louers
woe
,
Rest
thee
for
I
will
sit
to
see
the
rest
.
Reuenge
.
Then
argue
not
for
thou
hast
thy
request
.
Exeunt
.