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
ouer spread the purple plaine In all this turmoyle three long hovres and more The victory to neither part inclinde Till Don Andrea with his braue Launciers In their maine battell made so great a breach That halfe dismaid the multitude retirde But Balthazar the Portingales young Prince Brought rescue and encouragde them to stay Heere-hence the fight was eagerly renewd And in that conflict was Andrea slaine Braue man at armes but weake to Balthazar Yet while the Prince insulting ouer him Breathd out proud vaunts sounding to our reproch Friendship and hardie valour ioynd in one Prickt forth Horatio our Knight Marshals sonne To challenge forth that Prince in single fight Not long betweene these twaine the fight indurde But straight the Prince was beaten from his horse And forcd to yeeld him prisoner to his foe When he was taken all the rest they fled And our Carbines pursued them to the death Till Phoebus wauing to the western deepe Our Trumpeters were chargde to sound retreat King Thanks good L. Generall for these good newes And for some argument of more to come Take this and weare it for thy soueraignes sake Giue him his chaine But tell me now hast thou confirmd a peace Gen. No peace my Liege but peace conditionall That if with homage tribute be well paid The fury of your forces wil be staide And to this peace their Viceroy hath subscribde Giue the K. a paper And made a solemne vow that during life His tribute shal be truely paid to Spaine King These words these deeds become thy person wel But now Knight Marshall frolike with thy King For t is thy Sonne that winnes this battels prize Hiero. Long may he liue to serue my soueraigne liege And soone decay vnlesse he serue my liege A tucket a farre off King Not thou nor he shall dye without reward What meanes this warning of this trumpets sound Gen. This tels me that your graces men of warre Such as warres fortune hath reseru'd from death Come marching on towards your royall seate To show themselues before your Maiestie For so I gaue in charge at my depart Whereby by demonstration shall appeare That all except three hundred or few more Are safe returnd and by their foes inricht The Armie enters Balthazar betweene Lorenzo and Horatio captiue King A gladsome sight I long to see them heere They enter and passe by Was that the warlike Prince of Portingale That by our Nephew was in triumph led Gen. It was my Liege the Prince of Portingale King But what was he that on the other side Held him by th' arme as partner of the prize Hiero. That was my sonne my gratious soueraigne Of whome though from his tender infancie My louing thoughts did neuer hope but well He neuer pleasd his fathers eyes till now Nor fild my hart with ouercloying ioyes King Goe let them march once more about these walles That staying them we may conferre and talke With our braue prisoner and his double guard Hieronimo it greatly pleaseth vs That in our victorie thou haue a share By vertue of thy worthy sonnes exploit Enter againe Bring hether the young Prince of Portingale The rest martch on but ere they be dismist We will bestow on euery souldier two duckets And on euery leader ten that they may know Our largesse welcomes them Exeunt all but Bal. Lor. Hor Welcome Don Balthazar welcome Nephew And thou Horatio thou art welcome too Young Prince although thy fathers hard misdeedes In keeping backe the tribute that he owes Deserue but euill measure at our hands Yet shalt thou know that Spaine is honorable Balt. The trespasse that my Father made in peace Is now controlde by fortune of the warres And cards once dealt it bootes not aske why so His men are slaine a weakening to his Realme His colours ceaz'd a blot vnto his name His Sonne distrest a corsiue to his hart These punishments may cleare his late offence King I Balthazar if he obserue this truce Our peace will grow the stronger for these warres Meane while liue thou though not in libertie Yet free from bearing any seruile yoake For in our hearing thy deserts were great And in our sight thy selfe art gratious Balt. And I shall studie to deserue this grace King But tell me for their holding makes me doubt To which of these twaine art thou prisoner Lor. To me my Liege Hor. To me my Soueraigne Lor. This hand first tooke his courser by the raines Hor. But first my launce did put him from his horse Lor. ceaz'd his weapon and enioyde it first Hor. But first I forc'd him lay his weapons downe King Let goe his arme vpon our priuiledge Let him goe Say worthy Prince to whether didst thou yeeld Balt. To him in curtesie to this perforce He spake me faire this other gaue me strokes He promisde life this other threatned death He wan my loue this other conquerd me And truth to say I yeeld my selfe to both Hiero. But that I knaw your grace for iust and wise And might seeme partiall in this difference Inforct by nature and by law of armes My tongue should plead for young Horatios right He hunted well that was a Lyons death Not he that in a garment wore his skin So Hares may pull dead Lyons by the beard King Content thee Marshall thou shalt haue no wrong And for thy sake thy Sonne shall want no right Will both abide the censure of my doome Lor. I craue no better then your grace awards Hor. Nor I although I sit beside my right King Then by my iudgement thus your strife shall end You both deserue and both shall haue reward Nephew thou tookst his weapon and his horse His weapons and his horse are thy reward Horatio thou didst force him first to yeeld His ransome therefore is thy valours fee Appoint the sum as you shall both agree But Nephew thou shalt haue the Prince in guard For thine estate best fitteth such a guest Horatios house were small for all his traine Yet in regarde thy substance passeth his And that iust guerdon may befall desert To him we yeeld the armour of the Prince How likes Don Balthazar of this deuice Balt. Right well my Liege if this prouizo were That Don Horatio beare vs company Whome I admire and loue for chiualrie King Horatio leaue him not that loues thee so Now let vs hence to see our souldiers paide And feast our prisoner as our friendly guest Exeunt Enter Viceroy Alexandro Villuppo Vice Is our embassadour dispatcht for Spaine Alex. Two daies my Liege are past since his depart Vice And tribute paiment gone along with him Alex. I my good Lord Vice Then rest we heere a while in our vnrest And feed our sorrowes with some inward sighes For deepest cares break neuer into teares But wherefore sit I in a Regall throne This better fits a wretches endles moane Yet this is higher then my fortunes reach And therefore better then my state deserues Falles to the ground I
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