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“ Methinks, since I grew 308 inward with revenge, King. What age hath ever heard such mon “I cannot look with scorn enough on death.

strous deeds? King. What, dost 309 thou mock us, slave? My brother, and the whole succeeding hope “bring tortures forth.

That 311 Spain expected after my decease“ Hier. Do, do, do, and mean time I'll torture Go bear his body hence, that we may mourn you:

The loss of our beloved brother's death, “ You had a son, as I take it, and your son That he may be entombed, whate'er befal: “Should have been married to your daughter: I am the next, the nearest, last of all. “ha, was't not so ?

Vice. And thou, Don Pedro, do the like for us : “You had a son too, he was my liege's nephew: Take up our hapless son, untimely slain : “ He was proud and politic; had he lived, Set me with him, and be with wotul me, " He might ha' come to wear the crown of Spain: Upon the main-mast of a ship unmanned, “ I think 'twas so ;~'twas I that killed him : And let the wind and tide bale me along “Look you, this same hand was it that stabbed To Sylla's barking and untamed gulph; “ His heart-do you see this hand ?

Or to the loathsome pool of Acheron, “For one Horatio, if you ever knew him? To weep my want 312 for iny sweet Balthezar: “ A youth, one that they hanged up in his father's Spain hath no refuge for a Portingale. [Ereunt.

[The Trumpets sound a Dead March; the “ One that did force your valiant son to yield,

King of Spain mourning after his Brou “ While your valiant son did take him prisoner.

ther's Body; and the King of PortiaVice. Be deaf, my senses, I can hear no more.

gale beuring the Body of his Son. King. Fall, heaven, and cover us with thy sad “ ruins.

Enter Ghost and REVENGE. “ Cast. Roll all the world within thy pitchy Ghost. Aye, now my hopes have end in their « cloud.

effects, Hier. Now do I applaud what I have acted. When blood and sorrow finish my desires. 310 Nunc mors cede manus.

Horatio murdered in his father's bower; “ Now to express the rapture of my part, Vile Serberine by Pedringano slain; “ First take my tongue, and afterward my heart. False Pedringano hanged by quaint device;

" [He bites out his Tongue.” Fair Isabella by herself misdone ;
King. O monstrous resolution of a wretch! - Priuce Balthezar by Belimperia stabbed;
See, Viceroy, he hath bitten forth his tongue, The Duke of Castile, and his wicked son,
Rather than to reveal what we required.

Both done to death by old Hieronimo;
Cast. Yet can he write.

My Belimperia fallen, as Dido fell;
King. And if in this he satisfy us not, And good Hieronimo slain by himself :
We will devise th' extremest kind of death Aye, these were spectacles to please my soul.
That ever was invented for a wretch.

Now will I beg at lovely Proserpine,
[He makes Signs for a Knife to mend his That by the virtue of her princely doom,
Pen.

I may consort my friends in pleasing sort, Cust. O, he would have a knife to mend his And on my foes work just and sharp, revenge, pen.

I'll lead my friend Horatio through those fields, Vice. Here, and advise thee that thou write the Where never-dying wars are still indured. troth.-

I'll lead fair Isabella to that train Look to my brother, save Hieronimo.

Where pity weeps, but never feeleth pain. [He with the Knife stabs the Duke and I'll lead my Belimperia to those joys himself.

That vestal virgins and fair quecus possess,

But never shalt thou force me to reveal
The thing which I have vow'd inviolate;
And therefore, in despite of all thy threats,
Pleased with their deaths, and eased with their revenge,

First take my tongue, &c.
308 Inward,-i. e. intimate. So, in the Malecontent, A. 4. S. 3.:

“ Come, we must be inward, thou and I all one." The Revengers Tragedy, A. 2. :

My lord, most sure on't ; for 'twas spoke by one,

“ That is most inward with the duke's son's lust." 309 Thou omitted, 1623. 33. 310 Nunc mers cade munus, 1618.- -Nunc mens cade manus, 1623. :33. 311 Of, 1618. 23. 33.

312 0f, 1623. 33.

Where 313

r'll lead Hieronimo where Orpheus plays, Juno forgets old wrath, and grants him ease. Adding sweet pleasure to eternal days.

Hang Balthezar about Chimera's neck,
But say, Reverye, (for thou must help, or none) And let him there bewail his bloody love,
Against the rest how shall my hate be shewn? Repining at our joys that are above.
Reo. This hand shall hale them down to deep- Let Serberine go roul the fatal stone,
est hell,

And take from Sisiphus his endless moan.
none but furies, bugs, 314 and tortures False Pedringano, for his treachery,
dwell.

Let him be dragged through boiling Acheron, Ghost. Then, sweet Revenge, do this at my re- And there live, dying still in endless flames, quest,

Blaspheming Gods, and all their holy names. Let me be judge, and doom them to unrest. Rev. Then haste we down to meet thy friends Let loose pour Citius from the vulture's gripe,

and foes; And let Don Cyprian supply his room:

To place thy friends in 'ease, the rest in woes: Place Don Lorenzo on Ixion's wheel,

For here, though death 315 hath end their inisery. And let the lovers' endless pains surcease; I'll there begin their endless tragedy.

THE SPANISH TRAGEDY,
Containing the Lamentable Murder of Horatio and BELIMPERIA;

with the Pitiful Death of Old HIERONIMO.

To the Tune of—Queen Dido.

You that have lost your former joys,
And now in woe your lives do lead:
Feeding on nought but dire annoys,
Thinking your griefs all grief exceed :

Assure yourselves it is not so:
Lo here a sight of greater woe.

I Marshall was in prime of years,
And won great honour in the field;
Until that age with silvered hairs,
My aged head had overspread :

Then left I war, and staid at home,

And gave my honour to my son,
Horatio, my sweet only child,
Prickt forth by fame's aspiring wings,
Did so behave him in the field,
That he prince Balthezar captive brings ;

And with great honour did present
Him to the king incontinent.

Hapless Hieronimo was my name,
On whom fond fortune smiled long;
But now her flattering smiles I blame,
Her fiattering smiles hath done me wrong.

Would I had died in tender years,-
Then had not been this cause of tears.

313 Nought, 1618. 23. 33.
314 Bugs.-Terrors. So, in Arden of Feversham:

Nay then let's go sleepe; when bugs and feares

“ Shall kill our courages with their fancies worke." Churchyard's Challenge, p. 180, ;

“ And in their place came fearful bugges,

“ As blacke as any pitche :
“ With bellies big, and swagging dugges,

“ More lothsoine than a witch." Churchyard's Worthiness of Wales, p. 16. edit. 1776 :

“ A kynd of sound, that makes a burling noyse,

To feare young babes, with brute of bugges and toyes, '. 315 Doth, 1623. 33.

The Duke of Castile's daughter then
Desired Iloratio to relate
The death of her beloved friend,
Her love Andrea's woeful fate :

But when she knew who had him slain,

She vowed she would revenge the same. Then more to vex prince Balthezar, Because he slew her chiefest friend, She chose my son for her chief flower, Thereby meaning to work revenge.

But mark what theu did straight befall,

To turn my sweet to bitter gall.
Lorenzo then, to find the cause,
Why that his sister was unkind;
At last he found, within a pause,
How he inight sound her secret mind :

Which for to bring well to effect,
To fetch her man he doth direct.

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Who being come into his sight,
He threatneth for to rid bis life,
Except straightways he should recite,
Ilis sister's love,- the cause of strise.

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THE SECOND PART.

To the same Tune.

Then Isabella, my dear wife,
Finding her sun bereaved of breath,
And loving him dearer than life,
Iler own hand straight doth work her death.

And now their deaths doth meet in one,
My griefs are come, my joys are gone.

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Then frantickly I ran about,
Filling the air with mournful groans,
Because I had not yet found out
The murtherers to ease to moans.

I rent and tore each thing I got,
And said, and did, I knew not what.

But false Lorenzo put me out,
And told the king then by and by,
That frantickly I ran about,
And of my son did always cry,

And said, 'twere good I would resign

My marshalship, which grieved my mind. The Duke of Castile hearing then, How I did grudge still at his son, Did send for me to make us friends, To stay the rumour then begun :

Whereto I straightway gave consent,

Although in heart I never meant.
Sweet Belimperia comes to me,
Thinking my son I had forgot,
To see me with his foes agree,
The which I never meant, God wot;

But when we knew each other's mind,

To work revenge a mean I find.
Then bloody Balthezar enters in,
Entreating me to shew some sport
Unto his father and the king,
That to his ouptial did resort.

Which gladly I prepared to shew,
Because I knew 'twould work their woc.

Thus as I passed the streets, hard by
The Duke of Castile's house, as then
A leler there I did espy,
Which shewed Horatio's woful end;

Which Belimperia forth had flung,
From prison, where they kept her strong.

Then to the court forthwith I went,
And of the king did justice crave;
But by Lorenzo's bad intent,
I hindred was, which made me rave.

Then vexed more I stamped and frowned,
And with my poinard ript the ground.

And from the chronicles of Spain,
I did record Erastus life,
And how the Turk had him so slain,
And straight revenge wrought by his wife.

Then for to act this tragedy,

I gave their parts immediately. Sweet Belimperia Balthezar kills, Because he slew her dearest friend, And I Lorenzo's blood did spill, And eke his soul to hell did send.

Then died my foes by dint of knife,

But Belimperia euds her life.
Then for to specify my wrongs,
With weeping eyes and mournful heart,
I shewed my son with bloody wounds,
And eke the murtherers did impart;

And said—my son was as dear to me
As thine, or thine, though kings you be.

But that I would not tell it then,
Even with my teeth I bit my tongue,
And in despite did give it them,
That me with torments sought to wrong.

Thus when in age I sought to rest,

Nothing but sorrows me opprest.
They knowing well that I could write,
Unto my hand a pen did reach,
Meaning thereby I should recite
The authors of this bloody fetch.

Then fained I my pen was naught,

And by strange signs a knife I sought.
But when to me they gave the knife,
I killed the duke then standing by,
And eke myself bereaved of life,
For I

see my son did hie.
The kings that scorned my griefs before,
With nought can they their

joys restore.
Here have you heard my tragic tale,
Which on Horatio's death depends,
Whose death I could anew bewail,
But that in it the murderers ends.

For murder God will bring to light,
Though long it be hid from man's sight.

But when they did behold this thing,
Now I had slain their only sons,
The doke, the viceroy, and the king,
Upon me all they straight did run.
To torture me they do prepare,
Unless I should it straight declare.

Printed at London for H. Gosson.

EDITIONS.

Op this Play, Mr Hawkins says, there are many Editions, viz. 1603, 1615, 1618, 1625, 1633; and one without a date,“ printed by Edward Allde, amended of such gross blunders as passed in the « first." None of these several Editions have come under my notice, except those of 1623 and 1633; but, by comparing the collation of Mr Hawkins with these copies, I can sa far bear testimony to that gentleman's accuracy, as to think myself warranted to follow his Edition of this Play, as printed jin the Origin of the English Drama, Vol. II. Mr Hawkins printed from Alide's Edition, compared with those of 1618, 1623, and 1633.

The foregoing Ballad is printed from a Black Letter Copy in the valuable Collection of Thomas Pearson, Esq. It seems to have been written after the Play.

THE HONEST WHORE.

2.

Thomas Dekkar wrote in the reign of James the First. He was, says Langbaine,' more famous for the contention he had with Ben Jonson for the bayes, than for any great reputation he had gain. ed by his own writings. He was, however, not destitute of genius; and among his contemporarics, several of whom joined with him in writing, was much esteemed, especially by Richard Brome, who alwuys, gave him the title of Father. We know very few particulars concerning him. Oldys says, he was in the King's Bench Prison from the year 1613 to 1616, if not longer. We may therefore conclude, that, like the generality of his poetical friends, he was in indigent circumstances. At what time he died we do not know with certainty; but the same writer says, he was alive in 1638, and at that time full threescore years of age. From a passage in the dedication to Match me in London, published in 1631, it may be conjectured that he was older than Oldys imagines, as he there says, I have beene a priest in Apollo's temple many years, my voyce is decaying with my age.. He was a columinous writer; and, besides a great number of pamphlets, of which a list is hereafter given of as muny as can at present be discovered, he wrote the following plays:

1. The Pleasant Comedie of OLD FORTUNATUS. As it was plaied before the Queen's Majestie " this Christmas, by the Right Honourable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord High Admirall of England his Servants, 4to, 1600.”

Satiro-mastir, or the Untrussing of the Humorous Poet. As it hath bin presented publikely, " by the Right Honourable the Lord Chamberlaine his Servants; and, privately, by the Children of Paules, 1602, 4t0,-- 1610, 4to.”

3. The Honest Whore, with the Humours of the Patient Man and the Longing Wife, 1604, 40,1615, 4t0,-1616, 4t0,-1635, 4to.

4. Ilestward Hoe. As it hath beene divers times acted by the Children of Paules. Written by Thomas Decker and John Webster, 1607, 4to.

5. Northward Hoe. Sundry times acted by the Children of Paules. By Thomas Decker and John Webster, 1607, 4to.

6. The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyat ; with the Coronation of Queen Mary, and the comingin of King Philip. As it was plaied by the Queen's Majestie's Servants. Written by Thomas Deckers and John Webster, 1607, 4to.

7. The IV hore of Babylon. Acted by the Prince's Servants, 1607, 4to.

8. If it be not good, the Direl is in it. A new Play. As it hath bin lately acted, with great ap* plause, by the Queenes Majestie's Servants, at the Red Bull, 1612, 4to.”

9.The Second Part of the Honest Whore, with the Humors of the Patient Man, the Impatient Wife: the Honest Whore perswaded, by strong arguments, to turne Curtizan againe ; her brave

refuting those arguments; and, lastly, the Comicall Passages of an Italian Bridewell, where the Scene ends, 1630, 4to."

10. “ A Tragi-Comedy, called, Match mee in London. As it hath beene often presented; first, " at the Bull in Saint John's Street ; and lately at the Private House in Drury-Lane, called the " Phenix, 1631, 4to."

11. The Wonder of a Kingdome, 4to, 1636.

He also joined with Massinger in writing The Virgin Martyr; with Rowley and Ford, in The Witch of Edmonton; Middleton and Rowley, in The Roaring Girl; and with Ford, in The Sun's Darling.

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