BAL. <Ambitious villain, how his boldness grows!> Yet herein shall she follow my advice, Which is to love him or forgo my love. KING. Then, lord Ambassador of Portingale, [20 Advise thy king to make this marriage up, For strengthening of our late-confirmed league; 5 pronounced "jealious." I know no better means to make us Her dowry shall be large and liberal: heir Unto our brother here, Don Cyprian, [29 And this it is, in case the match go for- The tribute which you pay shall be re- And, if by Balthazar she have a son, AMB. I'll make the motion to my sov- And work it, if my counsel may prevail. I hope his presence here will honor us, AMB. Will 't please your grace com- KING. Commend me to the king; and so farewell! [50 But where's Prince Balthazar, to take his leave? Young virgins must be ruled by their The prince is amiable, and loves her well; HORATIO and BEL-IMPERIA meet at night in HIERONIMO's garden. A prominent feature of the garden is an arbor dominated by a big tree. In the garden wall is a door. PEDRINGANO is with the lovers, having escorted BEL-IMPERIA to the rendezvous. HOR. Now that the night begins with To overcloud the brightness of the sun, Although my fainting heart controls my AMB. That is performed already, my good lord. KING. Amongst the rest of what you have in charge, The prince's ransom must not be for HOR. <Why, make you doubt of Ped- got: That's none of mine, but his that took him prisoner; And well his forwardness deserves reward. [60 It was Horatio, our knight marshal's son. AMB. Between us there's a price already pitched, And shall be sent with all convenient speed. KING. Then once again farewell, my lord. AMB. Farewell, my lord of Castile, and the rest. [Exit. KING. Now, brother, you must take [71 some little pains To win fair Bel-imperia from her will. BEL. No, he is as trusty as my second self.> Go, Pedringano, watch without the gate, By fetching Don Lorenzo to this match.> Hor. What means my love? [30 I know not what myself; And yet my heart foretells me some mischance. Hor. Sweet, say not so; fair fortune is our friend, 6 decline. ! And heavens have shut up day, to pleas ure us. BEL. O, let me go; for in my troubled eyes The stars, thou see'st, hold back their Now may'st thou read that life in pas Thus elms by vines are compassed, till they fall. Who calls Hieronimo? Speak, here I am. I did not slumber; therefore 'twas no 7 sing. dream. No, no, it was some woman cried for help, And here within this garden did she cry, And in this garden must I rescue her.But stay, what murd'rous spectacle is this? For sighs are stopped, and all my tears ISAB. What world of grief! my son [140 O, where's the author of this endless woe? HIER. To know the author were [190 HIER. Too well! Who, who is it? Sweet, lovely rose, ill-plucked before thy A man hanged up and all the murderers gone! And in my bower, to lay the guilt on me! This place was made for pleasure, not for death. [He cuts the body down. Those garments that he wears I oft have seen. some ease of grief, For in revenge my heart would find relief. ISAB. Then is he gone? and is my son gone too? O, gush out, tears, fountains and floods of tears; Blow, sighs, and raise an everlasting For outrage fits our cursed wretchedness. storm; [198 [Here begins the first of the additions.] Ay me, Hieronimo, sweet husband, speak! HIER. He supped with us to-night, frolic and merry, And said he would go visit Balthazar At the duke's palace; there the prince doth lodge. He may be in his chamber; some go see.[Calling.] Roderigo, ho! He had no custom to stay out so late: Enter PEDRO and JaquES. ISAB. <Ay me, he raves!> [209 Sweet HIER. True, all Spain takes note of it. Besides, he is so generally beloved; His majesty the other day did grace him With waiting on his cup: these be favors, Which do assure me he cannot be shortlived. ISAB. Sweet Hieronimo! HIER. I wonder how this fellow [220 got his clothes! sert? Ay me most wretched, that have lost my joy, Sirrah, sirrah, I'll know the truth of all.Jaques, run to the Duke of Castile's presently, Hieronimo! In leesing my Horatio, my sweet boy! [179 Enter ISABELLA. ISAB. My husband's absence makes my heart to throb. HIER. Here, Isabella, help me to lament; 8 vile. 9 lose. Dear Hieronimo, Cast a more serious eye upon thy grief; HIER. Meanwhile, good Isabella, cease thy plaints, Weak apprehension gives but weak belief. Or, at the least, dissemble them awhile: HIER. It was a man, sure, that was hanged up here; [260 A youth, as I remember: I cut him down. If it should prove my son now after allSay you? say you?-Light! lend me a taper; So shall we sooner find the prac- [310 tice out, And learn by whom all this was brought about. Let me look again. O God! Confusion, mischief, torment, death and hell, Come, Isabel, now let us take him up, And bear him in from out this cursed place. Drop all your stings at once in my cold bosom, That now is stiff with horror: kill me quickly! [271 Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness, And let me not survive to see the light May put me in the mind I had a son. ISAB. O sweet Horatio! O my dearest son! [280 HIER. How strangely had I lost my way to grief! [Here ends the first addition.] I'll say his dirge; singing fits not this case. [Sets his breast unto his sword. "O aliquis mihi quas pulchrum ver educat herbas, [320 Misceat, et nostro detur medicina dolori; Aut, si qui faciunt annorum oblivia, succos Praebeat; ipse metam magnum quaecun sensus. |