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* Insatiate humours; he loved his loving parents: An habitation for their cursed souls,
“ He was my comfort, and his mother's joy, There in a brazen caldron, fixed by Jove
“ The very arın that did hold up our house- In his fell wrath, upou a sulphur tlame,
“ Our hopes were stored up in him.

Yourselves shail find Lorenzo bathing hiin “None but a damned murderer could hate him. In boiling lead and blood of innocents. “ He had not seen the back of nineteen years, 1 Port. Ha, ha, ha. “ When his strong arm unborsed the proud prince Hier. Ha, ha, ha! Why ha, ha, ba? Farewell, “ Balthezar; good ha, ha, ha.

[Erit. And his great inind, too full of honour,

2 Port. Doubtless this man is passing lunatic, “ Took him us to mercy, that valiunt but ignoble Or imperfection of his age doth make him duat. Portingale.

Come, let's away, to seek my lord the duke. « Well, heaven is heaven still!

Ereunt. 6. And there is Nemesis, and furies, “ And things called whips,

Enter HIERONIMO with a Poinard in one hand, “ And they sometimes do meet with murderers:

and a Rope in the other. “ They do not always 'scape,--that's some com- Hier. Now, sir, perhaps I come and see the

king; “ Aye, aye, aye, and then time steals on, and The king sees me, and fain would hear my suit. “steals, and steals,

Why is not this a strange and '99 seld seen thing, “ Till violence leaps forth, like thunder

That standers-by with toys should strike me mute! “ Wrapt in a ball ot fire,

Go to, I see their shifts, and say no more. “ And so doth bring confusion to them all. Hieronimo, 'tis time for thee to trudge: “ Good leave have you: I pray you go,

Down by the dale that flows with purple gore “ For I'll leave off, if you can leave me so.' Standeth a tiery tower; there sits a judge Good leave have you; nay, I pray you, go,

Upon a seat of steel, and molten brass, For I'll leave you, if you can leave me so. And 'twixt his teeth he holds a fire-brand, 2 Port. Pray you, which is the 195 next way to That leads unto the lake where hell doth stand: my lord the duke's ?

Away, Hieronimo, to him begone, Hier. The next way from me.

fle'll do thee justice for Horatio's death. 2 Port. To his house, we mean.

Turn down this path, thou shalt be with him Hier. O, hard by; ris yon house that you see.

straight; 2 Port. You could not tell us if his son were Or this, and then thou need'st not take thy breath, there.

This way, or that way: soft and fair, not so; Hier. Who, my lord Lorenzo.

For if I hang or kill inyself, let's know, 1 Port. Aye, sir.

Who will revenge Horatio's murder then? [He goes in at one Door, and comes out No, no, fie no; pardon me, I'll none of that. at another.

[He throws away the Dagger and Halter. Hier. O forbear, for other talk for us far fit. This way I'll take, and this way comes the king. ter were ;

[He takes them up again, But if you be 196 importunate to know

And here I'll have a fing at him, that's Hat; The way to him, and where to find him out, And, Balthezar, I'll be with thee to bringThen list to me, and I'll resolve your doubt: And thee, Lorenzo here's the king, nay, stay; There is a path upon your left-hand side, And here, aye here: there goes the bare away, That leadeth from a guilty conscience Unto a forest of distrust and fear,

Enter King, Ambassador, CASTILE, and Lorenzo, A darksome place, and dangerous to pass ;

King. Now, shew the ambassador, what our There shall you meet with melancholy thoughts,

viceroy saith : 197 Whose baleful humours if you but uphold,

Hath he received the articles we sent ? It will conduct you to despair and death;

Hier. Justice ! O justice to Hieronimo. Whose rocky cliffs when you have once beheld, Lor. Back, seest thou not the king is busy? Within a hugy dale of lasting night,

Hier. 0, is he so? 198 That kindled with the world's iniquities, King. Who is he that interrupts our business? Doth cast up filthy and detested fumes.

Hier. Notl: Hieronimo beware, go by, go Not far from thence, where murderers have built



195 Next omitted, 1618. 23. 33.

196 Importune, 1618. 23. 197 Whose paleful humours if you but behold, 1618. 23. 33.

198 That’s, 1618. 23, 33. 199 Seld.- An usual contraction among old writers for seldom.

200 Go by, go by.~This live is ridiculed by Shakespeare in the Induction to The Taming of the Shrew. and by other poets of the times,


Amb. Renowned king, he hath received and And here surrender up my marshalship; read

For I'll go marshal up 202 the fiends in bell, Thy kingly proffers, and thy promised league ; To be avenged on you all for this. And, as a man extremely overjoyed

King. What means this outrage? To hear his son so princely entertained, Will none of you restrain his fury? Whose death he had so solemnly bewailed, Hier. Nay, soft and fair, you shall not need to This, for thy farther satisfaction

strive,And kingly love, he kindly lets thee know : Needs must be go that the devils drive. [Erit

. First, for the marriage of his princely son

King. What accident hath 203 hapt Hieroni With Belimperia, thy beloved niece,

mu?The news are more delightful to his soul, I have not seen him to demeau him so. Than myrrh or incense to th' offended heavens: Lor. My gracious lord, he is with extreme pride, In person therefore will he come bimself, Conceived of young Horatio his son, To see the marriage rites solemnized,

And covetous of having to himself And, in the presence of the court of Spain, The ransom of the young prince Balthezar, To knit a sure inextricable band

Distract, and in a manner lunatic. Of kingly love, and everlasting league,

King. Believe me, nephew, we are sorry fort Betwixt ihe crowns of Spain and Portingale; This is the love that fathers bear their sons :There will he give his crown to Balthezar, But, gentle brother, go give to him this gold, And make a queeu of Belimperia.

The prince's ransom; let him have his due. King, Brother, how like you this our viceroy's For what he hath, Horatio shall not want, love?

Haply Hieronimo hath need thereof. Cast. No doubt, my lord, it is an argument

Lor. But if he be thus 20+ helplessly distract, Of honourable care to keep his friend,

'Tis requisite his office be resigned, And wondrous zeal to Balthezar his son; And given to one of more discretion. Nor am I least indebted to his grace,

King. We shall wcrease bis melancholy so, That bends his liking to my daughter thus.

'Tis best 205 that we see farther in it first, Amb. Now last, dread lord, here hath his high- Till when, ourself will exempt the place.

And, brother, now bring in the ambassador, (Although he send not that his son return) That he may be a witness of the match, His ransom due to Don Horatio.

'Twixt Balthezar and Belimperia; Hier. Horatio ! who calls Horario?

And that we may prefix a certain tiine, King. And well remembered, thank his ma- Wherein the marriage shall be solemnized, jesty:

That we may have thy lord the viceroy here. Here, see it given to Horatio.

Amb. Therein your highness highly shall coiiHier. Justice! O justice ! justice! gentle king.

teut King. Who is that, Hieronimo?

His majesty, that longs to hear from hence. Hier. Justice ! O justice! O my son, my son! King. On then, and hear 206 you lord ambassaMy son, whom nought can ransom or redeem.


[Escurt. Lor. Hieronimu, you are not well advised. Hier. Away, Lorenzo, hinder me no more,

Enter JAQUES and Pedro, 207 For thou hast made me bankrupt of my bliss ; Jaq. I wonder, Pedro, why our master thus Give me my son, you shall not ransom him. “At midnight sends us with our torches light, Away, I'll rip the bowels of the earth,

“ When man, and bird, and beast, are all at rest, [He diggeth with his Dagger. “ Save those that watch for rape and bloody murAnd ferry over to the Elysian plains, And bring my son to shew his deadly wounds. Ped. O Jacques, know thou that our master's Stand from about me, I'll make a pick-ax of my poinard,

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201 Inexecrable, second edition. Inexplicable, 1618. 23. 33. 1 My, 1618. 23. 33.

103 Hapt to, 1618. 23. 33. 204 kaplessly, 1618. 23. 33.

205 That omitted, 1618. 23. 33. 206 Your, 1618. 23 33.

207 This scene, printed in inverted commas, is rejected by Mr Hawkins, for the same reasons as the former. 208 Distraught.-Distraught is distracted. So, in Jack Drum's Entertainment, 1616, Sign. G. 3.:

“ Alas, kind youth, how came he thus distraught ?” In the Second Part of Antonio and Mellida, A. 3. S. 2. :

Alas, my son's distraught. Sweet boy, appease

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« And now his aged years should sleep in rest, Hier. Villain, thou lyest! and thou dost “ His heart in quiet, like a desperate man,

“noughl “ Grows lunatic and childish, for his son: “ But tell me I am mad: thou lyest, I am not mad: “ Sometimes as he doth at his table sit,

“I know thee to be Pedro, and he saques ; “He speaks as if Horatio stood by him. “I'll prove it to thee; and were 1 inad, how “ Then starting in a rage, falls on the earth,

“could I? “ Cries out, Horatio ! where is my Horatio ? “ Where was she the same night, when my Hora* So that with extreme grief, and cutting sorrow,

tio was murdered? “ There is not left in him one inch of man. “ She should have shone : search thou the book : “ See, here he comes.

“ Had the moon shone in my boy's face, there

was a kind of grace, “ Enter HIERONIMO.

“ That I know, nay I do know had the murd'rer Hier. I pry through every crevice of each

seen him,

“ His weapon would have fallen, and cut the earth, Look at each tree, and search through every “ Had he been framed of nought but blood and “brake,

“ death: “ Beat on the bushes, stamp our grand-dame earth, “ Alack, when mischief doth it knows not what,

Dive in the water, and stare up to heaven: “What shall we say to mischief? “ Yet cannot I behold my son Horatio.

Enter IsaBELLA. « Ilow now, who's there! sprights ! sprights ! “ Ped. We are your servants that attend you, “ Isa. Dear Hieronimo, come in a doors. “ sir.

“O seek not means su to increase thy sorrow. Hier. What make you with your torches in the Hier. Indeed, Isabella, we do nothing here; “ dark?

“I do not cry, ask Pedro and Jaques : Ped. You bid us light them, and attend you “ Not I indeed, we are very merry, very merry. “ here.

Isa. How? be merry here? be merry here? Hier. No, no, you are deceived, not I, you “Is not this the place, and this the very tree, are deceived:

“Where my Horatio died, where he was mur“ Was I so mad to bid you light your torches now?

“ dered? “ Light me your torches at the mid of poon, Hier, Was, do not say what: let her weep “ When as ihe sun-god rides in all his glory; “ Light me your torches then.

“ This was the tree, I set it of a kernel ; Ped. Then we 209 burn day-light.

“ And when our hot Spain could not let it grow, “ Hier. Let it be burnt, night is a murd'rous slut, “ But that the infant and the humane sap « That would not have her treasons to be seen : Began to wither, duly twice a morning “ And yonder pale-faced Hecate there, the moon, “Would I be sprinkling it with fountain water : “ Doth give consent to that is done in darkness : " At last it grew, and grew, and bore, and bore : “ And all those stars that gaze upon her face, “ Till at length it grew a gallows, and did bear “ Are 210 aglets on her sleeve, pins on her train : “ And those that should be powerful and divine, “ It bore thy fruit and mine : 0 wicked, wicked “ Do steep in darkness when they most should “plant ! [One knocks within at the Door. “shine.

“ See who knocks there? “ Ped. Provoke them not, fair sir, with tempt

Ped. It is a painter, sir. “ ing words,

Hier Bid him come in, and paint some com« The heavens are gracious, and your miseries and “ sorrow

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209 Burn day-light.To burn day-light was a proverbial phrase used when any act was done which would be wholly useless. See Merry Wives of Windsor, 4.2. s. 1., and Romeo and Juliel, A. 1, S. . Again, in Churchyard's Worthiness of Wales, p. 96. edit. 1776 :

“ To Ludloe now my muse must needes returne,
A season short no long discourse doth crave:
Tyme rouleth on, I doe but day light burne,

And many things indeede to doe i have.” The Curtain Drawer of the World, 1612, p. 46. : “ Oh thou invaluable jewell! how art thou in this aga “ cast upon the dunghill : how dost thou burne out thy day-light to these thy regardless children?"

210 Aglets.-An aglet, Mr Pope says, is the tag of a point. See l aming of the Shrew, A. 1. S. 2. This is also one of the explanations in Barret s Alvearie, who also says, An agiet is a jewell in one's cap. Segmentum aureum. Monile ex auro vel gemmis confectum.

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« Let him come in, one knows not what may " Hier. So was niine. “ chance:

“How dost thou take it? art thou not sometime « God's will that I should set this tree,

“ mad? "But even so masters, ungrateful servants, reared “Is there no tricks that come before thine eyes? “ from nought,

Paint. O lord, yes, sir. “ And then they hate them that did bring them up. Hier. Art a painter? canst paint me a tear,

a wound? Enter the Painter.

“A groan, or a sigh? canst paint me such a tree “ Paint. God bless you, sir.

Paint. Sir, I am sure you have heard of my “ Hier. Wherefore? why, thou scornful villain !

painting: "How, where, or by what means, should [ be “ My name's Bazardo. “ blest?

Hier. Bazardo! 'fore God an excellent selIsa. What would'st thou have, good fellow?

“ low. Look you, sir, Paint. Justice, madam,

you see? I'd have you paint me my gallery, Hier. ( ambitious beggar, would'st thou have“ In your oil colours ma' ted, and draw me five

“ Years younger than I ain: do you see, sir? let " That lives not in the world? “Why, all the uudelved mines cannot buy “ Years go: let them go like the marshal of Spain, “ An ounce of justice, 'tis a jewel so inestimable. “My wife Isabella standing by me, “I tell thee, God hath engrossed all justice in his “ With a speaking look to my son Horatio, “ hands,

“Which should intend to this, or some such like « And there is none but what comes from him.

“purpose: * Paint. O then I see, that God must right me God bless thee, my sweet son; and my hand " for my murdered son.

“ Leaning upon his head thus, sir; do you see? Hier. How! was thy son murdered?

May it be done? “ Paint. Ay, sir, no man did hold a son so dear. " Paint. Very well, sir.

Hier. What, not as thine? that's a lie, “ Hier. Nay, I pray mark me, sir : “ As massy as the earth : I had a son,

“ Then, sir, would'I have you paint me this tree, « Whose least unvalued hair did weigh

“ this very free: “A thousand of thy son's; and he was murdered. “Canst paint a doleful cry?

" Paint. Alas, sir, I had no more but he. " Paint. Seemingly, sir.

Hier. Nor 1, nor I; but this same one of mine Hier. Nay, it should cry; but all is one. • Was worth a legion. But all is one,- "Well, sir, paint me a youth run through and “ Pedro, Jaques, go in a doors; Isabella, go,

“through * And this good fellow here, and I,

“ With villains' swords, hanging upon this tree. “ Will range this hidevus orchard up and down, “ Canst thou draw a murderer? Like two she lions reared of their young.

Paint, I'll warrant you, sir; u Go in a doors, I say.

[Ereunt. “I have the pattern of the most notorious villains, · [The Painter and he set down. “That ever lired in all Spain. « Come, let's talk wisely now :

Hier. O, let them be worse, worse : stretch “ Was thy son murdered?

" thine art, * Puint. Ay, sir.

"211 And let their beards be of Judas's own colour,

211 And let their beards be of Judas's own colour.— It is observed, that “ in an age when but small part * of the nation could read, ideas were frequently borrowed from representations in painting or tapestry." Leland, in his Collectaneo, asserts, that painters constantly represented Judas the traitor with a red dead. Dr Plot's Oxfordshire, p. 153., says the same. This conccit is thought to have arisen in England from our ancient grudge to the red-haired Danes. See the Notes of Mr Steevens and Mr Tollet to Merry Wires of Windsor, A. l. S. 4.'

To the instances there produced may be added the following:

Middleton's Chaste Maid of Chicapsiile, 1620: “ What has he given her? what is it Gossip? A fair “ high standing cup, and the two great postle spoons, one of them gilt. Sure that was Judas with the red #6 beard." Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea Voyage, p. 104.:

“ Methought a sweet young man,
“In years some twenty, with a downy chin,
“ Promising a future beard, and yet no red one,
“ Stole slily to my cabin all unbraced,
“ Took me in his arms, and kissed me twenty times."

“ And let their eve-brows jetty over: in any case | Then stay, Hieronimo, attend their will, “ observe that;

For mortal men may not appoint 212 their time. “Then, sir, after some violent noise,

Per scelus semper tutum est sceleribus iter. “ Bring me forth in my shirt, and my gown under my arm,

Strike, and strike home, where wrong is offered “ With my torch in my hand, and my sword

thee; reared up thus,

For evils unto ills conductors be, “ And with these words:

And death's the worst of resolution; " What noise is this? who calls Hieronimo ? For he that thinks with patience to contend, May it be dore.

To quiet life, his life shall easily end. " Paint. Yea, sir. Hier. Well, sir, then bring me forth, bring

fata si miseros juvant, habes salutem ; “ me through alley and alley, still with a distract

Fata si vitam negant, habes sepulchrum. Wed countenance going along, and let my hair If destiny thy miseries do ease, “ heave up my night-cap.

Then hast thou health, and happy shalt thou be. “Let the clouds scowl, make the moon dark, If destiny deny thee life, Hieronimo, “the stars extinct, the winds blowing, the bells Yet 213 shalt thou be assured of a mb; “tolling, the owls shrieking, the roads croaking, If neither; yet let this thy comfort be, “the minutes jarring, and the clock striking Heaven covereth him that hath no burial. “ twelve.

And, to conclude, I will revenge bis death: " And then at last, sir, starting, behold a man But how? not as the vulgar wits of men, “ hanging, and tot'ring, as you know the wind will With open, but inevitable ills, “ wave a man, and I with a trice to cut him As by a secret, vet a certain mean, “ down.

Which under kindship will be cloaked hest. “And looking upon him by the advantage of Wise men will take their opportunity, “my torch, find it to be my son Horatio. Closely, and safely, fitting things to time. There you may shew a passion, there you may But in extremes advantage hath no time: " shew a passion!

And therefore all times fit not for revenge. “ Draw me like old Priam of Trny,

Thus therefore will I rest me in unrest, “ Crying—the house is a-firé, the house is a-fire. Dissembling quiet in unquietness; “ And the torch over my head: make me curse, Not seeming ihat I know their villainies, “ Make me rave, make me cry, make me mad, That my simplicity may make them think, “ Make me well again, make me curse hell, That ignorantly I will let 21+ all slip; “ Invocate, and in the end leave me

For ignorance I wot, and well they know, In a trance, and so forth.

Remedium malorum mors est. Paint. And is this the end ? Hier. O no, there is no end : the end is death Nor aught avails it me to menace them, " and madness;

Who, as a wintry storm upon a plain, “ And I am never better than when I am mad; Will bear me down with their nobility. “ Then methinks I am a brave fellow;

No, no, Hieronimo, thou must enjoin * Then I do wonders, but reason abuseth me; Thine eyes to observation, and thy tongue “ And there's the torinent, there's the hell: To milder speeches than thy spirit affords, 215 At the last, sir, bring me to one of the mur. Thy heart to patience, and thy hands to rest, “ derers;

Thy cap to courtesy, and thy knee to bow, “ Were he as strong as Hector, thus would I Till to revenge thou know, when, where, and how. “ Tear and drag him up and down.

[A noise within. " [He beats the Painter in, then comes out How now! what noise? what coil is that you again, with a Book in his hand."

keep? Vindicta mihi.

Enter a Scrvant.
Aye, heaven will be revenged of every ill;
Nor will they suffer murder un-repaid :

Ser. Here are a sort 216 of poor petitioners,

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Ram Alley, or Merry Tricks, edit. 1636, Sign. R. 3. :

-Runne to the counter,
“ Fetch me red-bearded serjeant, l'll make
“ You captaine thinke the devill of hell is come,

“ To fetch you, if he once fasten on you.” 212 A time, 1618. 23. 33.

213 Thou shalt, 1623. 33. 214 lt, 1618. 23. 33.

215 Spirits affoord, 1618. 23. 33. 210 Sort.---See Note to Gammer Gurlon's Needle, p. 102.

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