A man hang'd up and all the murderers gone! lived. "Isa. Sweet Hieronimo! "Besides, he is so generally beloved, "His majesty the other day did grace him This place was made for pleasure, not for death." With waiting on his cup; these be favours, [He cuts him down. "Which do assure me that he cannot be long Those garments that he wears I oft have seen; Alas, it is Horatio, my sweet son! Oh, no, but he '17 that whilome was my son! Oh, was it thou that call'dst me from my bed? Oh, speak, if any spark of life remain: am thy father: who hath slain my son? What savage monster, not of human kind, 18 Hath here been glutted with thy harmless And left thy bloody corpse dishonour'd here, Hier. Here, Isabella, help me to lament, For in revenge my heart would find relief. Isa. Then is he gone? and is my son gone too? Oh gush out tears, fountains and floods of tears: Blow sighs, and raise an everlasting storm, For outrage fits our cursed wretchedness. 120Ah me! Hieronimo, sweet husband, speak! "Hier. He supp'd with us to-night, frolick and 66 "Hier. I wonder how this fellow got his clothes; Sirrah, sirrah, I'll know the truth of all; "Jaques, run to the duke of Castile's presently, "And bid my son Horatio to come home, "I and his mother have had strange dreams tonight; "Do you hear me, sir? "Hier. Well, sir, be gone-Pedro come hither; "Know'st thou who this is? "Ped. Too well, sir. "Hier. Too well! who? who is it? peace, Isabella. "Nay, blush not, man. "Ped. It is my lord Horatio. "Hier. Ha, ha, St James; but this doth make me laugh, "That there are more deluded than myself. "Ped. Deluded! "Hier. Aye, I would have sworn myself, "That this had been my son Horatio, "Isa. Ó, would to God it were not so! "Can thy soft bosom entertain a thought, "On one so pure and spotless as our son? "Isa. Dear Hieronimo, here, "That now is stiff with horror; kill me quickly: Vile, 1618. 23. 33. 118 Here hath, 1618. 23. S3. 120 Mr Hawkins supposes this scene printed in inverted commas to be foisted in by the players, it be ing omitted in the second edition. "Gird in my waste of grief with thy large dark ness, "And let me not survive to see the light, "May put me in the mind I had a son. "Isa. O, sweet Horatio! O, my dearest son ! "Hier. How strangely had I lost my way to grief! Sweet lovely rose, ill pluck'd before thy time. Fair worthy son, not conquer'd, but betrayed: I'll kiss thee now, for words with tears are staid." Isa. And I'll close up the glasses of his sight, For once these eyes were 121 only my delight. Hier. Seest thou this handkerchief besmear'd with blood? It shall not from me, till I take revenge. I'll not entomb them till I have 1122 roveng'd; Time is the author both of truth and right, Or at the least, dissemble them awhile: [They take him up. And bear him in from out this cursed place: I'll say his dirge, singing fits not his case. Gramina sol pulchras ejecit lucis in oras, "And. Brought'st thou me hither to increase my pain? I look'd that Balthezar should have been slain; On whom I doted more than all the world, "Rev. Thou talk'st of 124 harvest, when the corn is green; The end is 125 crown of every work well done. ACT III. Enter Viceroy of Portingale, Nobles, AEK- Vic. Unfortunate condition of great kings, Noble. I had not thought that Alexandro's heart Had been invenom'd with such extreme hate: But now I see, that words have several works, And there's no credit in the countenance. Vil. No; for, my lord, had you beheld the train, That feigned love had colour'd in his looks, Vic. No more, Villuppo, thou hast said enough, And with thy words thou slay'st our wounded thoughts: Nor shall I longer dally with the world, 121 Chiefly, 1623. 33. 122 Revenge, 1623. 83. 124 The harvest, 1618. 23. 33. 126 Among, 1623, 33. 123 Sorrows, 1618. 23. 33. 125 Growne, 1618. 23. 33. 127 Lives, 1618. 23. 33. Noble. In such extremes, will nought but pa- Aler. But in extremes, what patience shall I Nor discontents it me to leave the world, Aler. 'Tis heaven is my hope; As for the earth, it is too much 128 infect, Vice. Why linger ye? bring forth that daring And let him die for his accursed deed. Aler. Not that I fear the extremity of death, But this, O this torments my labouring soul, So am I free from this suggestion. Vice. No more, I say; to the 129 tortures with Bind him, and burn his body in those flames. Alex. My guiltless death will be avenged on On thee, Villuppo, that hath maliced thus; Injurious traitor, monstrous homicide! Enter Ambassador. Amb. Stay, hold a while; and here (with par- His majesty) lay hands upon Villuppo. Amb. Know, 131 sovereign lord, that Balthezar Vice. What say'st thou, liveth Balthezar our son? 489 commends, [Gives him Letters. Are happy witness of his highness' health. "Thy peace is made, and we are satisfied; Amb. These are his highness' farther articles. [They unbind him. Alex. Dread lord, in kindness you could do no less, Upon report of such a damned fact; Vice. Say, false Villuppo, wherefore didst thou Falsely betray lord Alexandro's life? But even the slaughter of our dearest son, Aler. Say, treacherous Villuppo, tell the king; Vil. Rent with remembrance of so foul a deed, And not so mean a torment as we here [ALEXANDRO seems to entreat. VOL. I. 128 Infected, 1618. 23. 33, 129 Tortures when ―The alteration here adopted was made by Mr Dodsley. 130 Of, 1618. 23. 33. 131 Know sovereign I that-1618 Know my soveraigne that-1623. 33. 132 Commend, 1618. 23. 33. 133 Could never once moved-1633. 134 Guiltful, 1618. 23. 33. 3 Q Hier. Oh eyes! no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life! no life, but lively form of death : tice trust? For want of ink, receive this bloody writ; That thou, by this, Lorenzo shouldst accuse: I therefore will by circumstances try, Close, if I can, with Belimperia, To listen more; but nothing to 139 bewray. Hier. Now, Pedringano! Enter LORENZO. Lor. How now, who's this, Hieronimo? 135 Articulated—i. e. exhibited in articles. See Mr Steevens's Note on the First Part of Henry IV. A 5. S. 1. 136 And fear my heart with fierce inflamed thoughts. The verb fear is often used by our ancient writes in the sense of frighten, or make afraid : As, in Every Man in his Humour, A. 3. S. 7: "Could but my soule resolve my cause were just, "Earth's mountaine, nor sea's surge, should hide him from mee. "And see the slanderer in before I left him, "But as it is it feares me." Euphues and his England, p. 123: "-nor the threatnings of kings (which are perillous to a prince, "nor the perswasions of Papists (which are honny to the mouth) could either fear hir, or allure bir, &c." The Curtain Drawer of the World, 1612, p. 41 : "-if he shall feare us out of our wits with strange "words, &c." 137 Discontent, 1618, 23 33. 138 Hearken, 1618, 23. 33. 19 Beray-betray, which at present has only a dirty meaning, anciently signified to betray, to discover. Mr Steevens's Note on King Lear, A 3. 8. 6. 1 Hier. My lord. Ped. He asketh for my lady Belimperia. Upon some disgrace a while removed her hence : Hier. Nay, nay, my lord, I thank you, it shall I had a suit unto her, but too late, Lor. "I reserve your favour for a greater honour. "This is a very toy, my lord, a toy. "Lor. All's one, Hieronimo, acquaint me with it. "Hier. I'faith, my lord, 'tis an idle thing, I must confess, "I ha' been too slack, too tardy, too remiss unto your honour. "Lor. How now, Hieronimo? Of all these practices, I'll spread the watch, Upon precise commandment from the king, “Hier. In troth, my lord, it is a thing of no- Strongly to guard the place where Pedringano thing; "The murder of a son, or so: "A thing of nothing, my lord." Lor. Why, then farewell. Hier. My grief no heart, my thoughts no tongue can tell. [Exit. Lor. Come hither, Pedringano; see'st thou this? Ped. My lord, I see it, and suspect it too. Lor. This is that damnn'd villain, Serberine, That hath, I fear, reveal'd Horatio's death. Ped. My lord, he could not, 'twas so lately done; And since, he hath not left my company. Lor. Admit he have not, his condition's such, As fear or flattering words may make him false. I know his humour, and therewith repent That e'er I used him in this enterprise. But, Pedringano, to prevent the worst, And 'cause I know thee secret as my soul, Here, for thy farther satisfaction, take 141 thou this, [Gives him more Gold. And hearken to me; 142 thus it is devised, This night thou must, (and pr'ythee so resolve) Meet Serberine at St Lingis' park: Thou know'st 'tis here hard by behind the house; There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure; For die he must, if we do mean to live. Ped. But how shall Serberine be there, my lord? Lor. Let me alone, I'll send to him to meet The Prince and me, where thou must do this deed. Ped. It shall be done, my lord, it shall be done; This night shall murder hapless Serberine. Enter PEDRINGANO with a Pistol. And he that would not strain his conscience I know, if need should be, my noble lord 14 Why so, &c.-This scene likewise is rejected by Mr Hawkins. Instead of it, Hieronimo says: 141 Thee, 1623. 33. "O, no my lord; I dare not, it must not be : "I humbly thank your lordship.” 142 Thus it is disguis'd, 1618. 23. 33. 143 For, 1618. 23 33, |