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 heere 's 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 T is 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 what 's 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 T were good my L. that Hieronimo and I Were reconcilde if he misconster me Cas. Lorenzo
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
thou hast said it shal be so Goe one of you and call Hieronimo Enter Balthazar aud Bel-imperia Bal. Come Bel-imperie Balthazar 's 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 I le haue a word with him Enter Hieronimo and a Seruant Hiero. And where 's the Duke Ser. yonder Hiero. Euen so what new deuice haue they deuised tro Pocas Palabras milde as the Lambe I st 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 I le be gone I thank you for t 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 t is 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 I le 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 I le 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 Thâ—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 t is 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 Actus Quartus Enter Bel-imperia and Hieronimo Bel-imperia IS this the loue thou bearst Horatio Is this the kindnes that thou counterfeits Are these the fruits of thine incessant teares Hieronimo are these thy passions Thy protestations and thy deepe laments That thou wert wont to wearie men withall O vnkind Father O deceitfull world With what excuses canst thou shew thy selfe With what dishonour and the hate of men From this dishonour and the hate of men Thus to neglect the losse and life of him Whom both my letters and thine owne beliefe Assures thee to be causles slaughtered Hieronimo for shame Hieronimo Be not a History to after times Of such in gratitude vnto thy Sonne Vnhappy Mothers of such children then But monstrous Fathers to forget so soone The death of those whom they with care and cost Haue tendred so thus careles should be lost My selfe a stranger in respect of thee So loued his life as still I wish their deathes Nor shall his death be vnreuengd by me Although I beare it out for fashions sake For heere I sweare in sight of heauen and earth Shouldst thou neglect the loue thou shouldst retaine And giue it ouer and deuise no more My selfe should send their hatefull soules to hel That wrought his downfall with extreamest death Hie. But may it be that Bel-imperia Vowes such reuenge as she hath daind to say Why then I see that heauen applies our drift And all the Saints doe sit soliciting For vengeance on those cursed murtherers Madame t is true and now I find it so I found a letter written in your name And in that letter how Horatio died Pardon O pardon Bel-imperia My feare and care in not beleeuing it Nor thinke I thoughtles thinke vpon a meane To let his death be vnreveng'd at full And heere I vow so you