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 heere 's 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 heer 's thy warrant I st 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 i st my duety to regarde his death Who when he liued deserued my dearest blood But come for that we came for le ts 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 t was I slew Serberine But sir then you think this shal be 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 I le not change without boot that 's flat Hang. Come Sir Ped. So then I must vp Hang. No remedie Ped. Yes but there shal be for my comming downe Hang. Indeed heer 's 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 heer 's 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
aime at some other end Yet might she loue me to vpreare her state I but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate Yet might she loue me as her beauteous thrall I but I feare she cannot loue at all Lor. My Lord for my sake leaue these extasies And doubt not but wee le finde some remedie Some cause there is that lets you not be loued First that must needs be knowne and then remoued What if my Sister loue some other Knight Balt. My sommers day will turne to winters night Lor. I haue already found a stratage me To sound the bottome of this doubtfull theame My Lord for once you shall be rulde by me Hinder me not what ere you heare or see By force of fire meanes will I cast about To finde the truth of all this question out Ho Pedringano Ped. Signior Lor. Vien que presto Enter Pedringano Ped. Hath your Lordship any seruice to command me Lor. I Pedringano seruice of import And not to spend the time in trifling words Thus stands the case it is not long thou knowst Since I did shield thee from my fathers wrath For thy conueiance in Andreas loue For which thou wert adiudg'd to punishment I stood betwixt thee and thy punishment And since thou knowest how I haue fauoured thee Now to these fauours will I adde reward Not with faire woords but store of golden coyne And lands and liuing ioynd with dignities If thou but satisfie my iust demaund Tell truth and haue me for thy lasting freend Ped. What ere it be your Lordship shall demaund My bounden duety bids me tell the truth If case it lye in me to tell the truth Lor, Then Pedringano this is my demaund Whome loues my sister Bel-imperia For she reposeth all her trust in thee Speak man and gaine both freendship and reward I meane whome loues she in Andreas place Ped. Alas my Lord since Don Andreas death I haue no credit with her as before And therefore know not if she loue or no Lor. Nay if thou dally then I am thy foe And feare shall force what frendship cannot winne Thy death shall bury what thy life conceales Thou dyest for more esteeming her then me Ped. Oh stay my Lord Lor. Yet speak the truth and I will guerdon thee And shield thee from what euer can ensue And will conceale what ere proceeds from thee But if thou dally once againe thou diest Ped. If Madame Bel-imperia be in loue Lor. What villaine ifs and ands Ped. O stay my Lord she loues Horatio Balthazar starts back Lor. What Don Horatio our Knight Marshals sonne Ped. Euen him my Lord Lor. Now say but how knowest thou he is her loue And thou shalt finde me kinde and liberall Stand vp I say and feareles tell the truth Ped. She sent him letters which my selfe perusde Full fraught with lines and arguments of loue Preferring him before Prince Balthazar Lor. Sweare on this crosse that what thou saiest is true And that thou wilt conseale what thou hast tolde Ped. I sweare to both by him that made vs all Lor. In hope thine oath is true heere 's thy reward But if I proue thee periurde and vniust This very sword whereon thou tookst thine oath Shall be the worker of thy tragedie Ped. What I haue saide is true and shall for me Be still conceald from Bel-imperia Besides your Honors liberalitie Deserues my duteous seruice euen till death Lor. Let this be all that thou shalt doe for me Be watchfull when and where these louers meete And giue me notice in some secret sort Ped. I will my Lord Lor. Then shalt thou finde that I am liberall Thou knowst that I can more aduaunce thy state Then she be therefore wise and faile me not Goe and attend her as thy custome is Least absence make her think thou doost amisse Exit Pedringano Why so T am armis quam ingenio Where words preuaile not violence preuailes But golde doth more then either of them both How likes Prince Balthazar this stratageme Bal. Both well and ill it makes me glad and sad Glad that I know the hinderer of my loue Sad that I feare she hates me whome I loue Glad that I know on whom to be reueng'd Sad that shee le flie me if I take reuenge Yet must I take reuenge or dye my selfe For loue resisted growes impatient I think Horatio be my destinde plague First in his hand he brandished a sword And with that sword he fiercely waged warre And in that warre he gaue me dangerous wounds And by those wounds he forced me to yeeld And by my yeelding I became his slaue Now in his mouth he carries pleasing words Which pleasing wordes doe harbour sweet conceits Which sweet conceits are lim'd with slie deceits Which slie deceits smooth Bel-imperias eares And through her eares diue downe into her hart And in her hart set him where I should stand Thus hath he tane my body by his force And now by sleight would captiuate my soule But in his fall I le tempt the destinies And either loose my life or winne my loue Lor. Le ts goe my Lord your staying staies reuenge Doe you hut follow me and gaine your loue Her fauour must be wonne by his remooue Exeunt Enter Horatio and Bel-imperia Hor. Now Madame since by fauour of your loue Our hidden smoke is turnd to open flame And that with lookes and words we feed our thought Two chiefe contents where more cannot be had Thus in the midst of loues faire blandishments Why shew you signe of inward languishments Pedringano sheweth all to the Prince and Lorenzo placing them in secret Bel. My hart sweet freend is like a ship at sea She wisheth port where riding all at ease She mad repaire what stormie times haue worne And leaning on the shore may sing with ioy That pleasure followes paine and blisse annoy Possession of thy loue is th' onely port Wherein my hart with feares and hopes long tost Each howre doth wish and long to make resort There to repaire the ioyes that it hath lost And sitting safe to sing in Cupids quire That sweetest blisse is crowne of loues desire Balthazar aboue Bal. O sleepe mine eyes see not my loue prophande Be deafe my eares heare not my discontent Dye hart another ioyes what thou deseruest Lor. Watch still mine eyes to see this loue disioynd Heare still mine eares to heare them both lament Liue hart to ioy at fond Horatios fall Bel. Why stands Horatio speecheles all this while Hor. The lesse I speak the more I meditate Bel. But whereon doost thou chiefely meditate Hor. On dangers past and pleasures to ensue Bel. On pleasures past and dangers to ensue Bel. What dangers and what plesures doost thou mean Hor. Dangers of warre and pleasures of our loue Lor. Dangers of death but pleasures none at all Bel. Let dangers goe thy warre shall be with me But such a warring as breakes no bond of peace Speak thou faire words I le crosse them with faire words
is this A man hangd vp and all the murderers gone And in my bower to lay the guilt on me This place was made for pleasure not for death He cuts him downe Those garments that he weares I oft haue seene Alas it is Horatio my sweet sonne O no but he that whilome was my sonne O was it thou that call'dst me from my bed O speak if any sparke of life remaine I am thy father who hath slaine my sonne What sauadge monster not of humane kinde Hath heere beene glutted with thy harmeles blood And left thy bloudie corpes dishonoured heere For me amidst this darke and deathfull shades To drowne thee with an ocean of my teares O heauens why made you night to couer sinue By day this deed of darkenes had not beene O earth why didst thou not in time deuoure The vilde prophaner of this sacred bower O poore Horatio what hadst thou misdoone To leese thy life ere life was new begun O wicked butcher what so ere thou wert How could thou strangle vertue and desert Ay me most wretched that haue lost my ioy In leesing my Horatio my sweet boy Enter Isabell Isa. My husbands absence makes my hart to throb Hieronimo Hiero. Heere Isabella helpe me to lament For sighes are stopt and all my teares are spent Isa. What world of griefe my sonne Horatio O where 's the author of this endles woe Hiero. To know the author were some ease of greefe For in reuenge my hart would finde releefe Isa. Then is he gone and is my sonne gone too O gush out teares fountains and flouds of teares Blow sighes and raise an euerlasting storme For outrage fits our cursed wretchednes Hiero. Sweet louely Rose ill pluckt before thy time Faire worthy sonne not conquerd but betraid I le kisse thee now for words with teares are stainde Isa. And I le close vp the glasses of his sight For once these eyes were onely my delight Hiero. Seest thou this handkercher besmerd with blood It shall not from me till I take reuenge Seest thou those wounds that yet are bleeding fresh I le not intombe them till I haue reueng'd Then will I ioy amidst my discontent Till then my sorrow neuer shal be spent Isa. The heauens are iust murder cannot be hid Time is the author both of truth and right And time will bring this trecherie to light Hiero. Meane while good Isabella cease thy plaints Or at the least dissemble them a while So shall we sooner finde the practise out And learne by whom all this was brought about Come Isabell now let vs take him vp They take him vp And beare him in from out this cursed place I le say his dirge singing fits not this case O aliquis mihi quas pulcbrum var educet herbas Hiero sets his brest vnto his sword Misceat nostro detur medicina dolori Aut siquifaciunt annum oblimia succos Prebeat ipse metum magnam quicunque per orbem Gramina Sol pulcbras effecit inluminis oras Ipse bibam quicquid meditatur saga veneri Quicquid irrani euecaca menia nectit Omnia perpetiar letbum quoque dum semel omnis Noster in extincto moriatur pectora sensus Ergo tuos occulos nunquam mea vita videbo Et tua perpetuus sepeliuit lumina somnus Emoriar tecum Sic sic iuuat Ire sub vmbras Attamen absistam proper 〈…〉 Ne mortem vindicta tuam iam nulla sequatur Heere he throwes it from him and beares the body away Andrea Broughtst thou me hether to increase my paine I lookt that Balthazar should haue been slaine But t is my freend Horatis that is slaine And they abuse faire Bel-imperia Or whom I doted more then all the world Because she lou'd me more then all the world Reuenge Thou talkest of haruest when the corne is greene The end is crowne of euery worke well done The Sickle comes not till the corne be ripe Be still and ere I lead thee from this place I le shew thee Balthazar in heauy case 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 there 's 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. T is 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 I le 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
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 ther 's no medicine left for my disease Nor any phisick to recure the dead She runnes lunatick Horatio O where 's 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. That 's 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 that 's 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 i st 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 i st 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
my blisse bereft But hope hart treasure ioy and blisse All fled faild died yea all decaide with this From forth these wounds came breath that gaue me life They murdred me that made these fatall markes The cause was loue whence grew this mortall hate The hate Lorenzo and yong Balthazar The loue my sonne to Bel-imperia But night the couerer of accursed crimes With pitchie silence husht these traitors harmes And lent them leaue for they had sorted leasure To take aduantage in my Garden plot Vpon my Sonne my deere Horatio There mercilesse they butcherd vp my boy In black darke night to pale dim cruell death He shrikes I heard and yet me thinks I heare His dismall out-cry eccho in the aire With soonest speed I hasted to the noise Where hanging on a tree I found my sonne Through girt with wounds and slaughtred as you see And greeued I think you at this spectacle Speak Calabrian whose losse resembles mine If thou canst weep vpon thy Balthazar T is like I wailde for my Horatio And you my L. whose reconciled sonne Marcht in a net and thought him selfe vnseene And rated me for brainsicke lunacie With God amend that mad Hieronimo How can you brook our plaies catastrophe And heere beholde this bloudie hand-kercher Which at Horatios death I weeping dipt Within the riuer of his bleeding wounds It as propitious see I haue reserued And neuer hath it left my bloody hart Soliciting remembrance of my vow With these O these accursed murderers Which now perform'd my hart is satisfied And to this end the Bashaw I became That might reuenge me on Lorenzos life Who therefore was appointed to the part And was to represent the Knight of Rhodes That I might kill him more conueniently So Vice-roy was this Balthazar thy Sonne That Soliman which Bel-imperia In person of Perseda murdered Solie appointed to that tragicke part That she might slay him that offended her Poore Bel-imperia mist her part in this For though the story saith she should haue died Yet I of kindenes and of care to her Did otherwise determine of her end But loue of him whom they did hate too much Did vrge her resolution to be such And Princes now beholde Hieronimo Author and actor in this Tragedie Bearing his latest fortune in his fist And will as resolute conclude his parte As any of the Actors gone before And Gentles thus I end my play Vrge no more words I haue no more to say He runs to hang himselfe King O hearken Vice-roy holde Hieronimo Brother my Nephew and thy Sonne are slaine Vice We are betraide my Balthazar is slaine Breake ope the doores runne saue Hieronimo Hieronimo doe but enforme the King of these euents Ypon mine honour thou shalt haue no harme Hiero. Vice-roy I will not trust thee with my life Which I this day haue offered to my Sonne Accursed wretch why staiest thou him that was resolued to die King Speak traitor damned bloudy murderer speak For now I haue thee I will make thee speak Why hast thou done this vndeseruing deed Vice Why hast thou murdered my Balthazar Cas. Why hast thou butchered both my children thus Hiero. O good words as deare to me was my Horatio As yours or yours or yours my L. to you My guiltles Sonne was by Lorenzo slaine And by Lorenzo and that Balthazar Am I at last reuenged thorowly Vpon whose soules may heauens be yet auenged With greater far then these afflictions Cas. But who were thy confederates in this Vice That was thy daughter Bel-imperia For by her hand my Balthazar was slaine I saw her stab him King Why speakest thou not Hiero. What lesser libertie can Kings affoord Then harmeles silence then affoord it me Sufficeth I may not nor I will not tell thee King Fetch forth the tortures Traitor as thou art I le make thee tell Hiero. Indeed thou maiest torment me as his wretched Sonne Hath done in murdring my Horatio But neuer shalt thou force me to reueale The thing which I haue vowd inuiolate And therefore in despight of all thy threats Pleasde with their deaths and easde with their reuenge First take my tung and afterwards my hart King O monstrous resolution of a wretch See Vice-roy hee hath bitten foorth his tung Rather then to reueale what we requirde Cas Yet can he write King And if in this he satisfie vs not We will deuise th e'xtreamest kinde of death That euer was inuented for a wretch Then he makes signes for a knife to mend his pen Cas. O he would haue a knife to mend his Pen Vice Heere and aduise thee that thou write the troth Looke to my brother saue Hieronimo He with a knife stabs the Duke and himselfe King What age hath euer heard such monstrous deeds My brother and the whole succeeding hope That Spaine expected after my discease Go beare his body hence that we may mourne The losse of our beloued brothers death That he may be entom'd what ere befall I am the next the neerest last of all Vice And thou Don Pedro do the like for vs Take vp our haples sonne vntimely slaine Set me with him and he with wofull me Vpon the maine mast of a ship vnmand And let the winde and tide hall me along To Sallas barking and vntamed greefe Or to the loth some poole of Acheron To weepe my want for my sweet Balthazar Spaine hath no refuge for a Portingale The Trumpets sound a dead march the King of Spaine mourning after his brothers body and the King of Portingale bearing the body of his Sonne Enter Ghoast and Reuenge Ghoast I now my hopes haue end in their effects When blood and sorrow finnish my desires Horatio murdered in his Fathers bower Vilde Serberine by Pedringano slaine False Pedringano hangd by quaint deuice Faire Isabella by her selfe misdone Prince Balthazar by Bel-imperia stabd The Duke of Castile and his wicked Sonne Both done to death by olde Hieronimo My Bel-imperia falne as Dido fell And good Hieronimo slaine by himselfe I these were spectacles to please my soule Now will I beg at louely Proserpine That by the vertue of her Princely doome I may consort my freends in pleasing sort And on my foes worke iust and sharpe reuenge I le lead my freend Horatio through those feeldes Where neuer dying warres are still inurde I le lead faire Isabella to that traine Where pittie weepes but neuer feeleth paine I le lead my Bel-imperia to those ioyes That vestal Virgins and faire Queenes possesse I le lead Hieronimo where Orpheus plaies Adding sweet pleasure to eternall daies But say Reuenge for thou must helpe or none Against the rest how shall my hate be showne Reuenge This hand shall hale them down to deepest hell Where none but furies bugs and tortures dwell Ghoast Then sweet Reuenge doo this at my request Let me be iudge and doome them to vnrest Let loose poore Titius from the vultures gripe And let Don Ciprian supply his roome Place Don Lorenzo on Ixions wheele And let the louers endles paines surcease Iuno forgets olde wrath and graunts him ease Hang Balthazar about Chineras neck And let him there bewaile his bloudy loue Repining at our ioyes that are aboue Let Serberine goe roule the fatall stone And take from Siciphus his endles mone False Pedringano for his trecherie Let him be dragde through boyling Acheron And there liue dying still in endles flames Blaspheming Gods and all their holy names Reuenge Then haste we downe to meet thy freends and foes To place thy freends in ease the rest in woes For heere though death hath end their miserie I le there begin their endles Tragedie Exeunt FINIS