"Insatiate humours; he loved his loving parents: "He was my comfort, and his mother's joy, "The very arm that did hold up our house"Our hopes were stored up in him. "None but a damned murderer could hate him. "He had not seen the back of nineteen years, "When his strong arm unhorsed the proud prince "Balthezar; "And his great mind, too full of honour, "Well, heaven is heaven stil!! "And they sometimes do meet with murderers: "They do not always 'scape,-that's some com"fort. "Aye, aye, aye, and then time steals on, and 66 steals, and steals, "Till violence leaps forth, like thunder "Wrapt in a ball of fire, "And so doth bring confusion to them all. "Good leave have you: I pray you go, "For I'll leave off, if you can leave me so." Good leave have you; nay, I pray you, go, For I'll leave you, if you can leave me so. 2 Port. Pray you, which is the 195 next way to my lord the duke's? Hier. The next way from me. 2 Port. To his house, we mean. Hier. Who, my lord Lorenzo. 1 Port. Aye, sir. [He goes in at one Door, and comes out at another. king; The king sees me, and fain would hear my suit. Or this, and then thou need'st not take thy breath, [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; A darksome place, and dangerous to pass; [He takes them up again. Hath he received the articles we sent ? 200 King. Who is he that interrupts our business? Hier. Not 1: Hieronimo beware, go by, go by. 195 Next omitted, 1618. 23. 33. 197 Whose paleful humours if you but behold, 1618. 23. 33. 199 Seld.-An usual contraction among old writers for seldom. 196 Importune, 1618. 23. 198 That's, 1618. 23, 33. 200 Go by, go by. This line 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 read Thy kingly proffers, and thy promised league ; And kingly love, he kindly lets thee know : King, Brother, how like you this our viceroy's love? Cast. No doubt, my lord, it is an argument Of honourable care to keep his friend, And wond'rous zeal to Balthezar his son; Nor am I least indebted to his grace, That bends his liking to my daughter thus. Amb. Now last, dread lord, here hath his high ness sent (Although he send not that his son return) His ransom due to Don Horatio. Hier. Horatio! who calls Horatio? King. And well remembered, thank his majesty: Here, see it given to Horatio. Hier. Justice! O justice! justice! gentle king. King. Who is that, Hieronimo? Hier. Justice! O justice! O my son, my son! My son, whom nought can ransom or redeem. Lor. Hieronimo, you are not well advised. Hier. Away, Lorenzo, hinder me no more, For thou hast made me bankrupt of my bliss; Give me my son, you shall not ransom him. Away, I'll rip the bowels of the earth, [He diggeth with his Dagger. And ferry over to the Elysian plains, | And here surrender up my marshalship; King. What means this outrage? Hier. Nay, soft and fair, you shall not need to strive, Needs must be go that the devils drive. [Erit. King. What accident hath 203 hapt Hieroni mu? I have not seen him to demean him so. And covetous of having to himself King. Believe me, nephew, we are sorry for❜t. Lor. But if he be thus 204 helplessly distract, 'Tis requisite his office be resigned, And given to one of more discretion. King. We shall increase his melancholy so, And that we may prefix a certain time, 204 Haplessly, 1618. 23. 33. 206 Your, 1618. 23 33. 103 Hapt to, 1618. 23. 33. 205 That omitted, 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.: Euphues and his England, 41.: “Iffida so distraught of her wits, with these newes, fell into a frensie." "And now his aged years should sleep in rest, "His heart in quiet, like a desperate man, "Grows lunatic and childish, for his son: "Sometimes as he doth at his table sit, "He speaks as if Horatio stood by him. "Then starting in a rage, falls on the earth, "Cries out, Horatio! where is my Horatio? "So that with extreme grief, and cutting sorrow, "There is not left in him one inch of man. "See, here he comes. "Enter HIERONIMO. "Hier. I pry through every crevice of each “wall, "Look at each tree, and search through every "brake, "Beat on the bushes, stamp our grand-dame earth, "Dive in the water, and stare up to heaven: "Yet cannot I behold my son Horatio. "How now, who's there! sprights! sprights! "Ped. We are your servants that attend you, -❝sir. "Hier. What make you with your torches in the "dark? "Ped. You bid us light them, and attend you ❝here. "Hier. No, no, you are deceived, not I, you 66 are deceived: "Was I so mad to bid you light your torches now? "Light me your torches at the mid of noon, "When as the sun-god rides in all his glory; "Light me your torches then. "Ped. Then we 209 burn day-light. "Hier. Let it be burnt, night is a murd'rous slut, "That would not have her treasons to be seen: "And yonder pale-faced Hecate there, the moon, "Doth give consent to that is done in darkness: “And all those stars that gaze upon her face, "Are 210 aglets on her sleeve, pins on her train: "And those that should be powerful and divine, "Do steep in darkness when they most should 66 shine. "Ped. Provoke them not, fair sir, with tempt❝ing words, "The heavens are gracious, and your miseries and "Isa. Dear Hieronimo, come in a doors. "O seek not means so to increase thy sorrow. "Hier. Indeed, Isabella, we do nothing here; "I do not cry, ask Pedro and Jaques : "Not I indeed, we are very merry, very merry. "Isa. How? be merry here? be merry here? "Is not this the place, and this the very tree, "Where my Horatio died, where he was mur"dered? "Hier, Was, do not say what: let her weep it out, "This was the tree, I set it of a kernel; "And when our hot Spain could not let it grow, "But that the infant and the humane sap 66 Began to wither, duly twice a morning "Would I be sprinkling it with fountain water: "At last it grew, and grew, and bore, and bore: "Till at length it grew a gallows, and did bear 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, A. 2. S. 1., and Romeo and Juliet, A. 1. S. 4. Again, in Churchyard's Worthiness of Wales, p. 96. edit. 1776: "To Ludloe now my muse must needes returne, 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 Taming 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. "Let him come in, one knows not what may "God's will that I should set this tree, "And then they hate them that did bring them up. Enter the Painter. "Paint. God bless you, sir. "Hier. Wherefore? why, thou scornful villain! How, where, or by what means, should I be ❝blest? "Isa. What would'st thou have, good fellow? "Paint. Justice, madam, "Hier. O ambitious beggar, would'st thou have "that, "That lives not in the world? "Why, all the undelved mines cannot buy "Hier. So was mine. "How dost thou take it? art thou not sometime "mad? "Is there no tricks that come before thine eyes? "Paint. O lord, yes, sir. "Hier. Art a painter? canst paint me a tear, 66 a wound? "A groan, or a sigh? canst paint me such a tree "as this? "Paint. Sir, I am sure you have heard of my "painting: "My name's Bazardo. "Hier. Bazardo! 'fore God an excellent fel- "Do you see? I'd have you paint me my gallery, "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, "And there is none but what comes from him. "Hier. How! was thy sou murdered? "As massy as the earth: I had a son, "A thousand of thy son's; and he was murdered. Pedro, Jaques, go in a doors; Isabella, go, “Will range this hideous orchard up and down, "Hier. Nay, it should cry; but all is one. "With villains' swords, hanging upon this tree. [Exeunt. "I have the pattern of the most notorious villains, "[The Painter and he set down."That ever lived in all Spain. "Come, let's talk wisely now:"Was thy son murdered? "Hier. O, let them be worse, worse: stretch "thine art, 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 Collectanea, asserts, that painters constantly represented Judas the traitor with a red head, Dr Plot's Oxfordshire, p. 153., says the same. This conceit 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 Wives of Windsor, A. I. S. 4. ́ To the instances there produced may be added the following: Middleton's Chaste Maid of Cheapside, 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 "beard." Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea Voyage, p. 104. : "Methought a sweet young man, "In years some twenty, with a downy chin, "Took me in his arms, and kiss'd me twenty times." "And let their eve-brows jetty over: in any case Then stay, Hieronimo, attend their will, For mortal men may not appoint "observe that; "Hier. Well, sir, then bring me forth, bring "me through alley and alley, still with a distract"ed countenance going along, and let my hair "heave up my night-cap. "Let the clouds scowl, make the moon dark, "the stars extinct, the winds blowing, the bells "tolling, the owls shrieking, the toads croaking, "the minutes jarring, and the clock striking ❝ twelve. "And then at last, sir, starting, behold a man "hanging, and tot'ring, as you know the wind will "wave a man, and I with a trice to cut him "down. "And looking upon him by the advantage of "my torch, find it to be my son Horatio. "There you may shew a passion, there you may "shew a passion! "Draw me like old Priam of Troy, "Crying-the house is a-fire, the house is a-fire. "And the torch over my head: make me curse, "Make me rave, make me cry, make me mad, "Make me well again, make me curse hell, "Invocate, and in the end leave me "In a trance, and so forth. "Paint. And is this the end? "Hier. O no, there is no end: the end is death "and madness; "And I am never better than when I am mad; "Then methinks I am a brave fellow; "Then I do wonders, but reason abuseth me; "And there's the torment, there's the hell: "At the last, sir, bring me to one of the mur"derers; "Were he as strong as Hector, thus would I "Tear and drag him up and down. "[He beats the Painter in, then comes out again, with a Book in his hand." 66 Vindicta mihi. Aye, heaven will be revenged of every ill; Nor will they suffer murder un-repaid : 212 their time. Per scelus semper tutum est sceleribus iter. Strike, and strike home, where wrong is offered thee; For evils unto ills conductors be, Fata si miseros juvant, habes salutem; Not seeming that I know their villainies, Remedium malorum mors est. 215 Nor aught avails it me to menace them, Enter a Servant. Ser. Here are a sort 216 of poor petitioners, |