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
burne the roots from whence the rest is sprung I will not leaue a root a stalke a tree A bowe a branch a blossome nor a leafe No not an hearb within this garden Plot Accursed complot of my miserie Fruitlesse for euer may this garden be Barren the earth and blislesse whosoeuer Immagines not to keep it vnmanurde An Easterne winde comixt with noisome aires Shall blast the plants and the yong saplings The earth with Serpents shal be pestered be And passengers for feare to be infect Shall stand aloofe and looking at it tell There murdred dide the sonne of Isabell I heere he dide and heere I him imbrace See where his Ghoast solicites with his wounds Reuenge on her that should reuenge his death Hieronimo make haste to see thy sonne For sorrow and dispaire hath scited me To heare Horatio plead with Radamant Make haste Hieronimo to holde excusde Thy negligence in pursute of their deaths Whose hatefull wrath bereu'd him of his breath Ah nay thou dost delay their deaths Forgiues the murderers of thy noble sonne And none but I bestirre me to no end And as I cursse this tree from further fruit So shall my wombe be cursed for his sake And with this weapon will I wound the brest The haples brest that gaue Horatio suck She stabs her selfe Enter Hieronimo he knocks vp the curtaine Enter the Duke of Castile Cas. How now Hieronimo where 's your fellows That you take all this paine Hiero. O sir it is for the Authors credit To look that all things may goe well But good my Lord let me intreat your grace To giue the King the coppie of the plaie This is the argument of what we shew Cas, I will Hieronimo Hiero. One thing more my good Lord Cas. What 's that Hiero. Let me intreat your grace That when the traine are past into the gallerie You would vouchsafe to throwe me downe the key Cas. I will Hieronimo Exit Cas. Hiero. What are you ready Balthazar Bring a chaire and a cushion for the King Enter Balthazar with a Chaire Well doon Balthazar hang vp the title Our scene is Rhodes what is your beard on Bal. Halfe on the other is in my hand Hiero. Dispatch for shame are you so long Exit Balthazar Bethink thy selfe Hieronimo Recall thy wits recompt thy former wrongs Thou hast receiued by murder of thy sonne And lastly not least how Isabell Once his mother and thy deerest wife All woe begone for him hath slaine her selfe Behoues thee then Hieronimo to be reueng'd The plot is laide of dire reuenge On then Hieronimo pursue reuenge For nothing wants but acting of reuenge Exit Hieronimo Enter Spanish King Vice-roy the Duke of Castile and their traine King Now Viceroy shall we see the Tragedie Of Soliman the Turkish Emperour Performde of pleasure by your Sonne the Prince My Nephew Don Lorenzo and my Neece Vice Who Bel-imperia King I and Hieronimo our Marshall At whose request they deine to doo 't themselues These be our pastimes in the Court of Spaine Heere brother you shall be the booke-keeper This is the argument of that they shew He giueth him a booke Gentlemen this play of Hieronimo in sundrie Languages was thought good to be set downe in English more largely for the easier vnderstanding to euery publique Reader Enter Balthazar Bel-imperia and Hieronimo Balthazar BAshaw that Rhodes is ours yeeld heauens the honor And holy Mahomet our sacred Prophet And be thou grac't with euery excelence That Soliman can giue or thou desire But thy desert in conquering Rhodes is lesse Then in reseruing this faire Christian Nimph Perseda blisfull lamp of Excellence Whose eies compell like powerfull Adamant The warlike heart of Soliman to wait King See Vice-Roy that is Balthazar your Sonne That represents the Emperour Solyman How well he acts his amorous passion Vice I Bel-imperia hath taught him that Castile That 's because his mind tunnes all on Bel-imperia Hiero. What euer ioy earth yeelds betide your Meiestie Balt. Earth yeelds no ioy without Persedaes loue Hiero. Let then Perseda on your grace attend Balt. She shall not wait on me but I on her Drawne by the influence of her lights I yeeld But let my friend the Rhodian knight come foorth Erasto dearer then my life to me That he may see Perseda my beloued Enter Erasto King Heere comes Lorenzo looke vp on the plot And tel me brother what part plaies he Bel. Ah my Erasto welcome to Perseda Lo. Thrice happie is Erasto that thou liuest Rhodes losse is nothing to Erastoes ioy Sith his Perseda liues his life suruiues Balt. Ah Bashaw heere is loue betweene Erasto And faire Perseda soueraigne of my soule Hiero. Remooue Erasto mighty Solyman And then Perseda will be quickly wonne Balt. Erasto is my friend and while he liues Perseda neuer will remooue her loue Hiero. Let not Erasto liue to greeue great Soliman Balt. Deare is Erasto in our Princly eye Hiero. But if he be your riuall let him die Balt. VVhy let him die so loue commaundeth me Yet greeue I that Erasto should so die Hiero. Erasto Solyman saluteth thee And lets thee wit by me his highnes will VVhich is thou shouldst be thus imploid Stab him Bel. Ay me Erasto see Solyman Erastoe 's slaine Balt. Yet liueth Solyman to comfort thee Faire Queene of beautie let not fauour die But with a gratious eye beholde his griefe That with Persedaes beautie is encreast If by Persedaes griefe be not releast Bel. Tyrant desist soliciting vaine sutes Relentles are mine eares to thy laments As thy butcher is pittilesse and base VVhich seazd on my Erasto harmelesse knight Yet by thy power thou thinkest to commaund And to thy power Perseda doth obey But were she able thus she would reuenge Thy treacheries on thee ignoble Prince Stab him And on herselfe she would be thus reuengd Stab herselfe King VVell said olde Marshal this was brauely done Hiero. But Bel-imperia plaies Perseda well Vice were this in earnest Bel-imperia You would be better to my Sonne then so King But now what followes for Hieronimo Hiero Marrie this followes for Hieronimo Heere breake we off our sundrie languages And thus conclude I in our vulgare tung Happely you think but bootles are your thoughts That this is fabulously counterfeit And that we doo as all Tragedians doo To die to day for fashioning our scene The death of Aiax or some Romaine peere And in a minute starting vp againe Reuiue to please to morrowes audience No Princes know I am Hieronimo The hopeles Father of a haples Sonne Whose tung is tun'd to tell his latest tale Not to excuse grosse errors in the play I see your lookes vrge instance of these words Beholde the reason vrging me to this Shewes his dead sonne See heere my shew look on this spectacle Heere lay my hope and heere my hope hath end Heere lay my hart and heere my hart was slaine Heere lay my treasure heere my treasure lost Heere lay my blisse and heere