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
THE SPANISH TRAGEdie Containing the lamentable end of Don Horatio and Bel-imperia with the pittifull death of olde Hieronimo Newly corrected and amended of such grosse faults as passed in the first impression AT LONDON Printed by Edward Allde for Edward White ACTVS PRIMVS Enter the Ghoast of Andrea and with him Reuenge Ghoast WHen this eternall substance of my soule Did liue imprisond in my wanton flesh Ech in their function seruing others need I was a Courtier in the Spanish Court My name was Don Andrea my discent Though not ignoble yet inferiour far To gratious fortunes of my tender youth For there in prime and pride of all my yeeres By duteous seruice and deseruing loue In secret I possest a worthy dame Which hight sweet Bel-imperia by name But in the haruest of my sommer ioyes Deaths winter nipt the blossomes of my blisse Forcing diuorce betwixt my loue and me For in the late conflict with Portingale My valour drew me into dangers mouth Till life to death made passage through my wounds When I was slaine my soule descended straight To passe the flowing streame of Acheron But churlish Charon only boatman there Said that my rites of buriall not performde I might not sit amongst his passengers Ere Sol had slept three nights in Thetis lap And slakte his smoaking Charriot in her cloud By Don Horatio our knight Marshals sonne My funerals and obsequies were done Then was the Feriman of hell content To passe me ouer to the slimie strond That leades to fell Auernus ougly waues There pleasing Cerberus with honied speech I past the perils of the formost porch Not farre from hence amidst ten thousand soules Sate Minos Eacus and Rhadamant To whome no sooner gan I make approch To craue a pasport for my wandring Ghost But Minos ingrauen leaues of Lotterie Drew forth the manner of my life and death This knight quoth he both liu'd and died in loue And for his loue tried fortune of the warres And by warres fortune lost both loue and life Why then said Eacus conuay him hence To walke with louers in our fields of loue And spend the course of euerlasting time Vnder greene mirtle trees and Cipresse shades No no said Rhadamant it were not well With louing soules to place a Martialist He died in warre and must to martiall fields Where wounded Hector liues in lasting paine And Achilles mermedons do scoure the plaine Then Minos mildest censor of the three Made this deuice to end the difference Send him quoth he to our infernall King To dome him as best seemes his Maiestie To this effect my pasport straight was drawne In keeping on my way to Plutos Court Through dreadfull shades of euer glooming night I saw more sights then thousand tongues can tell Or pennes can write or mortall harts can think Three waies there were that on the right hand side Was ready way vnto the foresaid fields Where louers liue and bloudie Martialists But either sort containd within his bounds The left hand path declining fearfully Was ready downfall to the deepest hell Where bloudie furies shakes their whips of steele And poore Ixion turnes an endles wheele Where Vsurers are choakt with melting golde And wantons are imbraste with ougly snakes And murderers grone with neuer killing wounds And periurde wights scalded in boyling lead And all soule sinnes with torments ouerwhelmd Twixt these two waies I trod the middle path Which brought me to the faire Elizian greene In midst whereof there standes a stately Towre The walles of brasse the gates of Adamant Heere finding Pluto with his Proserpine I shewed my pasport humbled on my knee Whereat faire Proserpine began to smile And begd that onely she might giue my doome Pluto was pleasd and sealde it with a kisse Forthwith Reuenge she rounded thee in th' eare And bad thee lead me through the gates of Hor Where dreames haue passage in the silent night No sooner had she spoke but we were heere I wot not how in twinkling of an eye Reuenge THen know Andrea that thou art ariu'd Where thou shalt see the author of thy death Don Balthazar the Prince of Portingale Depriu'd of life by Bel-imperia Heere sit we downe to see the misterie And serue for Chorus in this tragedie Enter Spanish King Generall Castile Hieronimo King NOw say L. Generall how fares our Campe Gen. All wel my soueraigne Liege except some few That are deceast by fortune of the warre King But what portends thy cheerefull countenance And posting to our presence thus in hast Speak man hath fortune giuen vs victorie Gen. Victorie my Liege and that with little losse King Our Portingals will pay vs tribute then Gen. Tribute and wonted homage therewithall King Then blest be heauen and guider of the heauens From whose faire influence such iustice flowes Cast. O multum dilecte Deo tibs militat aether Et coniuratae curuato poplito gentes Succumbunt rectiseror est victoria iuris King Thanks to my louing brother of Castile But Generall vnfolde in breefe discourse Your forme of battell and your warres successe That adding all the pleasure of thy newes Vnto the height of former happines With deeper wage and greater dignitie We may reward thy blisfull chiualrie Gen. Where Spaine and Portingale do ioyntly knit Their frontiers leaning on each others bound There met our armies in their proud aray Both furnisht well both full of hope and feare Both menacing alike with daring showes Both vaunting sundry colours of deuice Both cheerly sounding trumpets drums and fifes Both raising dreadfull clamors to the skie That valleis hils and riuers made rebound And heauen it selfe was frighted with the sound Our battels both were pitcht in squadron forme Each corner strongly fenst with wings of shot But ere we ioynd and came to push of Pike I brought a squadron of our readiest shot From out our rearward to begin the fight They brought another wing to incounter vs Meane while our ordinance plaid on either side And Captaines stroue to haue their valours tride Don Pedro their chiefe horse mens Colonell Did with his Cornet brauely make attempt To break the order of our battell rankes But Don Rogero worthy man of warre Marcht forth against him with our Musketiers And stopt the mallice of his fell approch While they maintaine hot skirmish too and fro Both battailes ioyne and fall to handie blowes Their violent shot resembling th' oceans rage When roaring lowd and with a swelling tide It beats vpon the rampiers of huge rocks And gapes to swallow neighbour bounding lands Now while Bellona rageth heere and there Thick stormes of bullets ran like winters haile And shiuered Launces darke the troubled aire Pede pes cuspide cuspis Anni sonant annis vir petiturque viro On euery side drop Captaines to the ground And Souldiers some ill maimde some slaine outright Heere falles a body scindred from his head There legs and armes lye bleeding on the grasse Mingled with weapons and vnboweld steeds That scattering
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
brother forged this for my sake And you my Lord were made his instruement A worke of worth worthy the noting too But what 's 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 wa st 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. T is 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. T is 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 Wee le 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 I le 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 t is 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 I le 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 le ts 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 t is 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 Hee le 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 le ts know Who will reuenge Horatios murther then No no fie no pardon me I le none of that He flings away the dagger halter This way I le take and this way comes the King He takes them vp againe And heere I le haue a fling at him that 's flat And Balthazar I le be with thee to bring And thee Lorenzo heere 's 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
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