Jer.Peace: who comes here? news, news, Isabella.Isa.What news, Jeronimo?Jer.Strange news:Lorenzo is become an honest man.Isa.Is this your wondrous news?Jer.Is it not wondrousTo have honesty in hell? go, tell it abroad now;But see you put no new additions to it,As thus—shall I tell you, gossip? Lorenzo isBecome an honest man:—beware, beware; for honesty,Spoken in derision, points out knavery.O, then, take heed; that jest would not be trim,He’s a great man, therefore we must not knave him.In, gentle soul; I’ll not be long away,As short my body, short shall be my stay.[296][ExitIsabella.Hor.Murder Andrea! what blood-sucking slaveCould choke bright honour in a scabbard grave!Jer.What, harping still upon Andrea’s death?Have courage, boy: I shall prevent their plots,And make them both stand like two politic sots.Hor.Lorenzo has a reach as far as hellTo hook the devil from his flaming cell:O sprightly father, he’ll outreach you then;Knaves longer reaches have than honest men.Jer.But, boy, fear not, I will outstretch them all,My mind’s a giant, though my bulk be small.[297][Exeunt.Enter theKing of Portugal,Balthezar,Alexandro,Don Vollupo,and others: a Peal of Ordnance; within, a great shout of People.King.What is the meaning of this loud report?Alex.An embassy, my lord, is new arrived from Spain.King.Son Balthezar, we pray, do you go meet him,And do him all the honour that belongs him.Bal.Father, my best endeavour shall obey you:Welcome, worthy lord, Spain’s choice embassador,Brave, stout Andrea; for so I guess thee.EnterAndrea.And.Portugal’s heir, I thank thee,Thou seems no less than what thou art, a princeAnd an heroic spirit: Portugal’s king,I kiss my hand, and tender on thy throneMy master’s love, peace and affection.King.And we receive them and thee, worthy Andrea;Thy master’s high-prized love unto our heart,Is welcome to his friend, thou to our court.And.Thanks, Portugal. My lords, I had in charge,At my depart from Spain, this embassage,To put your breast in mind of tribute dueUnto our master’s kingdom, these three yearsDetained and kept back; and I am sent to knowWhether neglect or will detains it so.King.Thus much return unto thy king, Andrea;We have with best advice thought of our state,And find it much dishonoured by base homage:I not deny, but tribute hath been dueTo Spain by our forefathers’ base captivity,Yet cannot rase out their successors’ merit.’Tis said, we shall not answer at next birthOur fathers’ faults in heaven; why then on earth?Which proves and shows, that which they lostBy base captivity,We may redeem with honoured valiancy.We borrow nought: our kingdom is our own:He’s a base king that pays rent for his throne.And.Is this thy answer, Portugal?Bal.Ay, Spain;A royal answer too, which I’ll maintain.Omnes.And all the peers of Portugal the like.And.Then thus all Spain, which but three minutes agoWas thy full friend, is now returned thy foe.Bal.An excellent foe; we shall have scuffling good.And.Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal, with blood.Bal.Tribute for tribute, then, and foes for foes.And.I bid you sudden wars.Bal.I, sudden blows, and that’s as good as wars.Don, I’ll not bateAn inch of courage nor a hair of fate:Pay tribute I with strokes.And.Aye, with strokes you shall;Alas, that Spain should correct Portugal!Bal.Correct!O, in that one word such torments do I feel,That I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.And.Prince Balthezar, shall’s meet?Bal.Meet, Don Andrea? yes, in the battle’s bowels;Here is my gage, a never-failing pawn;’Twill keep his day, his hour, nay minute, ’twill.And.Then thine and this, possess one quality.Bal.O, let them kiss!Did I not understand thee noble, valiant,And worthy my sword’s society with thee,For all Spain’s wealth, I’d not grasp hands.Meet Don Andrea? I tell thee, noble spirit,I’d wade up to the knees in blood, I’d makeA bridge of Spanish carcases, to single theeOut of the gasping army.And.Woot thou, prince?Why even for that I love [thee.]Bal.Tut, love me, man, when we have drunkHot blood together; wounds will tieAn everlasting settled amity,And so shall thine.And.And thine.Bal.What! give no place?And.To whom?Bal.To me.And.To thee?Why should my face, that’s placed above my mind,Fall under it?Bal.I’ll make thee yield.And.Aye, when you get me down;But I stand even yet—jump crown to crown.Bal.Dar’st thou?And.I dare.Bal.I am all vex’d.And.I care not.Bal.I shall forget the law.And.Do, do.Bal.Shall I?And.Spare not.Bal.But thou wilt yield first.And.No.Bal.O, I hug thee for’t!The valiant’st spirit e’er trod the Spanish court:Here let the rising of our hot blood set.Alex.My liege, two nobler spirits never met.Bal.Until we meet in purple, when our swordsShall——And.Agreed, right valiant prince:—Then, Portugal, this is thy resolute answer?King.So, return, it’s so: we have bethought us,What tribute is; how poor that monarch shows,Who for his throne a yearly pension owes:And what our predecessors lost to Spain,We have fresh spirits that can renew’t again.And.Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war:Many a new wound must gasp through an old scar.So, Portugal, I leave thee.King.Ourself in personWill see thee safe aboard: come, son, come, lords,Instead of tribute we must pay our swords.Bal.Remember, Don Andrea, that we meet.And.Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet.[Exeunt.EnterLorenzoandAlcario.Lor.Do you affect my sister?Alca.Affect! above affection, forHer breast is my life’s treasure; O, entireIs the condition of my hot desire!Lor.Then this must be your plot.You know Andrea’s gone embassador,On whom my sister Bell’-ImperiaCasts her affection?You are in stature like him, speech alike,And had you but his vestment on your back,There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he:Therefore sly policy must be your guide.I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours,Proportioned in all parts:—nay, ’twas his own—This suit within my closet shall you wear,And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last—Alca.What?Lor.Obtain thy love.Alca.This falls out rare; in this disguise I may bothWed, bed, and board her.Lor.You may, you may:Besides, within these few days he’ll return.Alca.Till this be acted, I in passion burn.Lor.All falls out for the purpose: all hits jump;[298]The date of his embassage, nigh expired,Gives strength unto our plot.Alca.True, true; all to the purpose.Lor.Moreover, I will buzz Andrea’s landingWhich, once but crept into the vulgar mouths,Is hurried here and there, and sworn for troth:Think, ’tis your love makes me create this guise,And willing hope to see your virtue rise.Alca.Lorenzo’s bounty I do more enfoldThan the great’st mine of India’s brightest gold.Lor.Come, let us in; the next time you shall showAll Don Andrea, not Alcario.[Exeunt.EnterJeronimotrussing of his points;Horatiowith pen and ink.Jer.Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well.Come write, Horatio, write;This speedy letter must away to-night.[Horatiofolds the paper the contrary way.What! fold paper that way to a nobleman?To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador!Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou wornGowns in the university, toss’d[299]logic, suck’dPhilosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300]and cannot giveA letter the right courtier’s crest?O, there’s a kind of stateIn everything, save in a cuckold’s pate!Fie, fie, Horatio! what, is your pen foul?Hor.No, father, cleaner than Lorenzo’s soul;That’s dipp’d in ink made of an envious gall,Else had my pen no cause to write at all.Jer.Signior Andrea, say.Hor.Signior Andrea——Jer.’Tis a villainous age this.Hor.’Tis a villainous age this——Jer.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler.Hor.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler——Jer.Or a serjeant.Hor.Or a serjeant——Jer.Or a broker.Hor.Or a broker——Jer.Yet I speak not this of Lorenzo,For he’s an honest lord.Hor.’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord.Jer.Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee.Hor.What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree.Jer.You’ll take it up, sir?Hor.Well, well.Jer.What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrewThy impudence or insolence!Hor.Lorenzo’s an honest lord——Jer.Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you.Hor.O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so?Jer.Art thou a scholar, Don Horatio,And canst not aim at figurative speech?Hor.I pray you, pardon me; ’twas but youth’sHasty error.Jer.Come, read then.Hor.And has hired one to murder you——Jer.He means to send you to heaven, whenYou return from Portugal.Hor.From Portugal——Jer.Yet he’s an honest duke’s son.Hor.Yet he’s an——Jer.But not the honest son of a duke.Hor.But not the honest——Jer.O that villainy should be found in the great chamber!Hor.O that villainy——Jer.And honesty in the bottom of a cellar.Hor.And honesty——Jer.If you’ll be murdered, you may.Hor.If you’ll be——Jer.If you be not, thank God and Jeronimo.Hor.If you be not——Jer.If you be, thank the devil and Lorenzo.Hor.If you be, thank——-Jer.Thus hoping you will not be murdered, and you can choose.Hor.Thus hoping you will——-Jer.Especially being warned beforehand.Hor.Especially——Jer.I take my leave, boy; Horatio, writeleaveBending in the hams like an old courtier:—Thy assured friend, say, ’gainst Lorenzo andThe devil,—little Jeronimo Marshal.Hor.Jeronimo Marshal.Jer.So, now read it o’er.Hor.Signior Andrea, ’tis a villainous age this,That a nobleman should be a knave as wellAs an ostler, or a serjeant, or a broker; yetI speak not this of Lorenzo: he’s anHonest lord, and has hired one to murder you,When you return from Portugal: yetHe’s an honest duke’s son, but not theHonest son of a duke. O that villainyShould be found in the great chamber, and honestyIn the bottom of the cellar!Jer.True, boy: there’s a moral in that; as muchTo say, knavery in the court, and honesty in aCheese-house.Hor.If you’ll be murdered, you may: if you beNot, thank God and Jeronimo: if you be,Thank the devil and Lorenzo. Thus hopingYou will not be murdered, and you can choose;Especially being warned beforehand, I take my leave.Jer.Horatio, hast thou writtenleave, bending in theHams enough, like a gentleman-usher? ’Sfoot,No, Horatio; thou hast made him straddle too muchLike a Frenchman: for shame, put his legs closer,Though it be painful.Hor.So, ’tis done, ’tis done.—Thy assured friend ’gainst Lorenzo and the devil;Little Jeronimo Marshal.EnterLorenzoandIsabella.Isa.Yonder he is, my lord; pray you speak to him.Jer.Wax, wax, Horatio: I had need wax too,Our foes will stride else over me and you.Isa.He’s writing a love-letter to some Spanish lady,And now he calls for wax to seal it.Lor.God save you, good knight Marshal.Jer.Who’s this? my lord Lorenzo? welcome, welcome;You’re the last man I thought on, save the devil:Much doth your presence grace our homely roof.Lor.O Jeronimo,Your wife condemns you of an uncourtesyAnd over-passing wrong; and, more, she namesLove-letters which you send to Spanish dames.Jer.Do you accuse me so, kind Isabella?Isa.Unkind Jeronimo!Lor.And, for my instance, this in your hand is one.Jer.In sooth, my lord, there is no written nameOf any lady, nor[301]no Spanish dame.Lor.If it were not so, you would not be afeardTo read or show the waxed letter:Pray you, let me behold it.Jer.I pray you pardon me.I must confess, my lord, it treats of love,Love to Andrea, ay, even to his very bosom.Lor.What news, my lord, hear you from Portugal?Jer.Who, I? before your grace it must not be;The badger feeds not, till the lion’s served:Nor fits it news so soon kiss subjects’ ears,[302]As the fair cheek of high authority.Jeronimo lives much absent from the court,And, being absent there, lives from report.Lor.Farewell, Jeronimo.Isa.Welcome, my lord Lorenzo.[ExeuntLorenzoandIsabella.Jer.Boy,Thy mother’s jealous of my love to her.Hor.O, she play’d us a wise part; now ten to oneHe had not overheard the letter read,Just as he enter’d.Jer.Though it had happen’d evil,He should have heard his name yoked with the devil.Here, seal the letter with a loving knot:Send it with speed; Horatio, linger not;That Don Andrea may prevent his death,And know his enemy by his envious breath.[Exeunt.EnterLorenzo,andAlcariodisguised likeAndrea.Lor.Now, by the honour of Castile’s true house,You are as like Andrea, part for part,As he is like himself: did I not know you,By my cross I swear, I could not think you butAndrea’s self, so legg’d, so faced, so speech’d,So all in all; methinks I should saluteYour quick return and speedy haste from Portugal:Welcome, fair lord, worthy ambassador,Brave Don Andrea! O, I laugh to seeHow we shall jest at her mistaking thee!Alc.What, have you given it out Andrea is return’d?Lor.’Tis all about the court in every ear,And my invention brought to me for newsLast night at supper; and which the more to cover,I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him,When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,To think how soon report had scatter’d it.Alc.But is the villain LazarottoAcquainted with our drift?Lor.Not for Spain’s wealth;Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,For confidence confounds the stratagem.The fewer in a plot of jealousyBuild a foundation surest, when multitudesMake it confused, ere it come to head.Be secret then; trust not the open air,For air is breath, and breath-blown words raise care—This is the gallery, where she most frequents.Alc.Within this walk have I beheld her dallyWith my shape’s substance. O immortal powers!Lend your assistance; clap a silver tongueWithin this palate that, when I approachWithin the presence of this demi-goddess,I may possess an adamantic power,And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech,Have every syllable a music-stop,That, when I pause, the melody may move,And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps,That her heart hearing may relent and yield!Lor.Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach.EnterBell’-Imperia.Alc.Then fall into your former vein of terms.Lor.Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea,Spain’s best of spirit! what newsFrom Portugal? tribute or war?But see, my sister Bell’-Imperia comes:I will defer it to some other time,For company hinders love’s conference.[ExitLorenzo.Bel.Welcome, my life’s self-form, dear Don Andrea.Alc.My words iterated give thee as much:Welcome, my self of self.Bel.What news, Andrea? treats it peace or war?Alc.At first they cried all war, as men resolvedTo lose both life and honour at one cast:At which I thunder’d words all clad in proof,Which struck amazement to their palled speech,And tribute presently was yielded up.But, madam Bell’-Imperia, leave we this,And talk of former suits and quests of love.They whisper. EnterLazarotto.Laz.’Tis all about the court Andrea’s come:Would I might greet him! and I wonder much,My lord Lorenzo is so slack in murder,Not to afford me notice all this while.Gold, I am true;I had my hire, and thou shalt have thy due:Was’t possible to miss him so? soft! soft!This gallery leads to Bell’-Imperia’s lodging;There he is, sure, or will be, sure. I’ll stay:The evening too begins to slubber day:[303]Sweet, opportuneful season; here I’ll lean,Like a court-hound, that licks fat trenchers clean.[Aside.Bel.But has the king partook your embassy?Alc.That till to-morrow shall be now deferr’d.Bel.Nay, then you love me not:Let that be first despatch’d; till when receive this token.[She kisses him. ExitBell’-Imperia.Alc.I to the king with this unfaithful heart!It must not be: I play too false a part.Laz.Up, Lazarotto; yonder comes thy prize;Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.[Lazarottokills him.Alc.That villain Lazarotto has kill’d me,Instead of Andrea.EnterAndreaandRogero,and Others.Rog.Welcome home, lord embassador.Alc.O, O, O.And.Whose groan was that? what frightful villain’s this,His sword unsheathed? whom hast thou murdered, slave?Laz.Why, Don, Don Andrea.And.No, counterfeiting villain.He says, my lord, that he hath murdered me.Laz.Aye, Don Andrea, or else Don the devil.And.Lay hands on him; some rear upThe bleeding body to the light.Rog.My lord, I think ’tis you: were you not here,A man might swear ’twere you.And.His garments, ha! like mine, his face made like!An ominous horror all my veins doth strike.Sure, this portends my death; this miseryAims at some fatal pointed tragedy.EnterJeronimoandHoratio.Jer.Son Horatio, see Andrea slain!Hor.Andrea slain! then, weapon, cling[304]my breast.And.Live, truest friend, for ever lov’d and bless’d.Hor.Lives Don Andrea?And.Aye, but slain in thought,To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought.Lords, cannot you yet descry,Who is the owner of this red melting body?Rog.My lord, it is Alcario, duke Medina’s son;I know him by this mole upon his breast.Laz.Alcario slain! hast thou beguiled me, sword?Arm, hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord?Why then rot off and drop upon the ground,Strow all the galleries with gobbets round.EnterLorenzo.Lor.Who names Alcario slain? it is Alcario!O cursed deed!Couldst thou not see, but make the wrong man bleed?Laz.’Sfoot, ’twas your fault, my lord; you brought no word.Lor.Peace; no words: I’ll get thy pardon:Why, mum, then.EnterBell’-Imperia.Bel.Who names Andrea slain? O, ’tis Andrea!O, I swoon, I die:Lor.Look to my sister Bell’-Imperia!And.Raise up, my dear love, Bell’-Imperia!O, be of comfort, sweet: call in thy spirits;Andrea lives: O, let not death beguile thee!Bel.Are you Andrea?And.Do not forget;That was Alcario, my shape’s counterfeit.Lor.Why speaks not this accurs’d, damn’d villain?Laz.O good words, my lords; for those are courtiers’ vails:The king must hear; why should I make two tales?For to be found in two, before the kingI will resolve you all this strange strange thing:I hit, yet miss’d; ’twas I mistook my part.Hor.Aye, villain; for thou aim’st at this true heart.Jer.Horatio, ’twas well, as fortune stands,This letter came not to Andrea’s hands.Hor.’Twas happiness indeed.Bel.Was it not you, Andrea, questioned me’Bout love?And.No, Bell’-Imperia.Belike, ’twas false Andrea; for the firstObject mine eyes met was that most accurst,Which, I much fear me, by all signs portendsMost doubtful wars and dangerous pointed endsTo light upon my blood.Bel.Angels of heaven, forefend it!And.Some take up the body; others take chargeOf that accursed villain.Lor.My lord, leave that to me; I’ll look to him.Jer.Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.And.The king may think my news is a bad guest,When the first object is a bleeding breast.[Exeunt.EnterKing of Spain,Castile,Medina,Rogero,and Others; a Dead March within.
Jer.Peace: who comes here? news, news, Isabella.Isa.What news, Jeronimo?Jer.Strange news:Lorenzo is become an honest man.Isa.Is this your wondrous news?Jer.Is it not wondrousTo have honesty in hell? go, tell it abroad now;But see you put no new additions to it,As thus—shall I tell you, gossip? Lorenzo isBecome an honest man:—beware, beware; for honesty,Spoken in derision, points out knavery.O, then, take heed; that jest would not be trim,He’s a great man, therefore we must not knave him.In, gentle soul; I’ll not be long away,As short my body, short shall be my stay.[296][ExitIsabella.Hor.Murder Andrea! what blood-sucking slaveCould choke bright honour in a scabbard grave!Jer.What, harping still upon Andrea’s death?Have courage, boy: I shall prevent their plots,And make them both stand like two politic sots.Hor.Lorenzo has a reach as far as hellTo hook the devil from his flaming cell:O sprightly father, he’ll outreach you then;Knaves longer reaches have than honest men.Jer.But, boy, fear not, I will outstretch them all,My mind’s a giant, though my bulk be small.[297][Exeunt.
Jer.Peace: who comes here? news, news, Isabella.
Jer.Peace: who comes here? news, news, Isabella.
Isa.What news, Jeronimo?
Isa.What news, Jeronimo?
Jer.Strange news:Lorenzo is become an honest man.
Jer.Strange news:
Lorenzo is become an honest man.
Isa.Is this your wondrous news?
Isa.Is this your wondrous news?
Jer.Is it not wondrousTo have honesty in hell? go, tell it abroad now;But see you put no new additions to it,As thus—shall I tell you, gossip? Lorenzo isBecome an honest man:—beware, beware; for honesty,Spoken in derision, points out knavery.O, then, take heed; that jest would not be trim,He’s a great man, therefore we must not knave him.In, gentle soul; I’ll not be long away,As short my body, short shall be my stay.[296][ExitIsabella.
Jer.Is it not wondrous
To have honesty in hell? go, tell it abroad now;
But see you put no new additions to it,
As thus—shall I tell you, gossip? Lorenzo is
Become an honest man:—beware, beware; for honesty,
Spoken in derision, points out knavery.
O, then, take heed; that jest would not be trim,
He’s a great man, therefore we must not knave him.
In, gentle soul; I’ll not be long away,
As short my body, short shall be my stay.[296]
[ExitIsabella.
Hor.Murder Andrea! what blood-sucking slaveCould choke bright honour in a scabbard grave!
Hor.Murder Andrea! what blood-sucking slave
Could choke bright honour in a scabbard grave!
Jer.What, harping still upon Andrea’s death?Have courage, boy: I shall prevent their plots,And make them both stand like two politic sots.
Jer.What, harping still upon Andrea’s death?
Have courage, boy: I shall prevent their plots,
And make them both stand like two politic sots.
Hor.Lorenzo has a reach as far as hellTo hook the devil from his flaming cell:O sprightly father, he’ll outreach you then;Knaves longer reaches have than honest men.
Hor.Lorenzo has a reach as far as hell
To hook the devil from his flaming cell:
O sprightly father, he’ll outreach you then;
Knaves longer reaches have than honest men.
Jer.But, boy, fear not, I will outstretch them all,My mind’s a giant, though my bulk be small.[297][Exeunt.
Jer.But, boy, fear not, I will outstretch them all,
My mind’s a giant, though my bulk be small.[297]
[Exeunt.
Enter theKing of Portugal,Balthezar,Alexandro,Don Vollupo,and others: a Peal of Ordnance; within, a great shout of People.
King.What is the meaning of this loud report?Alex.An embassy, my lord, is new arrived from Spain.King.Son Balthezar, we pray, do you go meet him,And do him all the honour that belongs him.Bal.Father, my best endeavour shall obey you:Welcome, worthy lord, Spain’s choice embassador,Brave, stout Andrea; for so I guess thee.
King.What is the meaning of this loud report?
King.What is the meaning of this loud report?
Alex.An embassy, my lord, is new arrived from Spain.
Alex.An embassy, my lord, is new arrived from Spain.
King.Son Balthezar, we pray, do you go meet him,And do him all the honour that belongs him.
King.Son Balthezar, we pray, do you go meet him,
And do him all the honour that belongs him.
Bal.Father, my best endeavour shall obey you:Welcome, worthy lord, Spain’s choice embassador,Brave, stout Andrea; for so I guess thee.
Bal.Father, my best endeavour shall obey you:
Welcome, worthy lord, Spain’s choice embassador,
Brave, stout Andrea; for so I guess thee.
EnterAndrea.
And.Portugal’s heir, I thank thee,Thou seems no less than what thou art, a princeAnd an heroic spirit: Portugal’s king,I kiss my hand, and tender on thy throneMy master’s love, peace and affection.King.And we receive them and thee, worthy Andrea;Thy master’s high-prized love unto our heart,Is welcome to his friend, thou to our court.And.Thanks, Portugal. My lords, I had in charge,At my depart from Spain, this embassage,To put your breast in mind of tribute dueUnto our master’s kingdom, these three yearsDetained and kept back; and I am sent to knowWhether neglect or will detains it so.King.Thus much return unto thy king, Andrea;We have with best advice thought of our state,And find it much dishonoured by base homage:I not deny, but tribute hath been dueTo Spain by our forefathers’ base captivity,Yet cannot rase out their successors’ merit.’Tis said, we shall not answer at next birthOur fathers’ faults in heaven; why then on earth?Which proves and shows, that which they lostBy base captivity,We may redeem with honoured valiancy.We borrow nought: our kingdom is our own:He’s a base king that pays rent for his throne.And.Is this thy answer, Portugal?Bal.Ay, Spain;A royal answer too, which I’ll maintain.Omnes.And all the peers of Portugal the like.And.Then thus all Spain, which but three minutes agoWas thy full friend, is now returned thy foe.Bal.An excellent foe; we shall have scuffling good.And.Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal, with blood.Bal.Tribute for tribute, then, and foes for foes.And.I bid you sudden wars.Bal.I, sudden blows, and that’s as good as wars.Don, I’ll not bateAn inch of courage nor a hair of fate:Pay tribute I with strokes.And.Aye, with strokes you shall;Alas, that Spain should correct Portugal!Bal.Correct!O, in that one word such torments do I feel,That I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.And.Prince Balthezar, shall’s meet?Bal.Meet, Don Andrea? yes, in the battle’s bowels;Here is my gage, a never-failing pawn;’Twill keep his day, his hour, nay minute, ’twill.And.Then thine and this, possess one quality.Bal.O, let them kiss!Did I not understand thee noble, valiant,And worthy my sword’s society with thee,For all Spain’s wealth, I’d not grasp hands.Meet Don Andrea? I tell thee, noble spirit,I’d wade up to the knees in blood, I’d makeA bridge of Spanish carcases, to single theeOut of the gasping army.And.Woot thou, prince?Why even for that I love [thee.]Bal.Tut, love me, man, when we have drunkHot blood together; wounds will tieAn everlasting settled amity,And so shall thine.And.And thine.Bal.What! give no place?And.To whom?Bal.To me.And.To thee?Why should my face, that’s placed above my mind,Fall under it?Bal.I’ll make thee yield.And.Aye, when you get me down;But I stand even yet—jump crown to crown.Bal.Dar’st thou?And.I dare.Bal.I am all vex’d.And.I care not.Bal.I shall forget the law.And.Do, do.Bal.Shall I?And.Spare not.Bal.But thou wilt yield first.And.No.Bal.O, I hug thee for’t!The valiant’st spirit e’er trod the Spanish court:Here let the rising of our hot blood set.Alex.My liege, two nobler spirits never met.Bal.Until we meet in purple, when our swordsShall——And.Agreed, right valiant prince:—Then, Portugal, this is thy resolute answer?King.So, return, it’s so: we have bethought us,What tribute is; how poor that monarch shows,Who for his throne a yearly pension owes:And what our predecessors lost to Spain,We have fresh spirits that can renew’t again.And.Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war:Many a new wound must gasp through an old scar.So, Portugal, I leave thee.King.Ourself in personWill see thee safe aboard: come, son, come, lords,Instead of tribute we must pay our swords.Bal.Remember, Don Andrea, that we meet.And.Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet.[Exeunt.
And.Portugal’s heir, I thank thee,Thou seems no less than what thou art, a princeAnd an heroic spirit: Portugal’s king,I kiss my hand, and tender on thy throneMy master’s love, peace and affection.
And.Portugal’s heir, I thank thee,
Thou seems no less than what thou art, a prince
And an heroic spirit: Portugal’s king,
I kiss my hand, and tender on thy throne
My master’s love, peace and affection.
King.And we receive them and thee, worthy Andrea;Thy master’s high-prized love unto our heart,Is welcome to his friend, thou to our court.
King.And we receive them and thee, worthy Andrea;
Thy master’s high-prized love unto our heart,
Is welcome to his friend, thou to our court.
And.Thanks, Portugal. My lords, I had in charge,At my depart from Spain, this embassage,To put your breast in mind of tribute dueUnto our master’s kingdom, these three yearsDetained and kept back; and I am sent to knowWhether neglect or will detains it so.
And.Thanks, Portugal. My lords, I had in charge,
At my depart from Spain, this embassage,
To put your breast in mind of tribute due
Unto our master’s kingdom, these three years
Detained and kept back; and I am sent to know
Whether neglect or will detains it so.
King.Thus much return unto thy king, Andrea;We have with best advice thought of our state,And find it much dishonoured by base homage:I not deny, but tribute hath been dueTo Spain by our forefathers’ base captivity,Yet cannot rase out their successors’ merit.’Tis said, we shall not answer at next birthOur fathers’ faults in heaven; why then on earth?Which proves and shows, that which they lostBy base captivity,We may redeem with honoured valiancy.We borrow nought: our kingdom is our own:He’s a base king that pays rent for his throne.
King.Thus much return unto thy king, Andrea;
We have with best advice thought of our state,
And find it much dishonoured by base homage:
I not deny, but tribute hath been due
To Spain by our forefathers’ base captivity,
Yet cannot rase out their successors’ merit.
’Tis said, we shall not answer at next birth
Our fathers’ faults in heaven; why then on earth?
Which proves and shows, that which they lost
By base captivity,
We may redeem with honoured valiancy.
We borrow nought: our kingdom is our own:
He’s a base king that pays rent for his throne.
And.Is this thy answer, Portugal?
And.Is this thy answer, Portugal?
Bal.Ay, Spain;A royal answer too, which I’ll maintain.
Bal.Ay, Spain;
A royal answer too, which I’ll maintain.
Omnes.And all the peers of Portugal the like.
Omnes.And all the peers of Portugal the like.
And.Then thus all Spain, which but three minutes agoWas thy full friend, is now returned thy foe.
And.Then thus all Spain, which but three minutes ago
Was thy full friend, is now returned thy foe.
Bal.An excellent foe; we shall have scuffling good.
Bal.An excellent foe; we shall have scuffling good.
And.Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal, with blood.
And.Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal, with blood.
Bal.Tribute for tribute, then, and foes for foes.
Bal.Tribute for tribute, then, and foes for foes.
And.I bid you sudden wars.
And.I bid you sudden wars.
Bal.I, sudden blows, and that’s as good as wars.Don, I’ll not bateAn inch of courage nor a hair of fate:Pay tribute I with strokes.
Bal.I, sudden blows, and that’s as good as wars.
Don, I’ll not bate
An inch of courage nor a hair of fate:
Pay tribute I with strokes.
And.Aye, with strokes you shall;Alas, that Spain should correct Portugal!
And.Aye, with strokes you shall;
Alas, that Spain should correct Portugal!
Bal.Correct!O, in that one word such torments do I feel,That I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.
Bal.Correct!
O, in that one word such torments do I feel,
That I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.
And.Prince Balthezar, shall’s meet?
And.Prince Balthezar, shall’s meet?
Bal.Meet, Don Andrea? yes, in the battle’s bowels;Here is my gage, a never-failing pawn;’Twill keep his day, his hour, nay minute, ’twill.
Bal.Meet, Don Andrea? yes, in the battle’s bowels;
Here is my gage, a never-failing pawn;
’Twill keep his day, his hour, nay minute, ’twill.
And.Then thine and this, possess one quality.
And.Then thine and this, possess one quality.
Bal.O, let them kiss!Did I not understand thee noble, valiant,And worthy my sword’s society with thee,For all Spain’s wealth, I’d not grasp hands.Meet Don Andrea? I tell thee, noble spirit,I’d wade up to the knees in blood, I’d makeA bridge of Spanish carcases, to single theeOut of the gasping army.
Bal.O, let them kiss!
Did I not understand thee noble, valiant,
And worthy my sword’s society with thee,
For all Spain’s wealth, I’d not grasp hands.
Meet Don Andrea? I tell thee, noble spirit,
I’d wade up to the knees in blood, I’d make
A bridge of Spanish carcases, to single thee
Out of the gasping army.
And.Woot thou, prince?Why even for that I love [thee.]
And.Woot thou, prince?
Why even for that I love [thee.]
Bal.Tut, love me, man, when we have drunkHot blood together; wounds will tieAn everlasting settled amity,And so shall thine.
Bal.Tut, love me, man, when we have drunk
Hot blood together; wounds will tie
An everlasting settled amity,
And so shall thine.
And.And thine.
And.And thine.
Bal.What! give no place?
Bal.What! give no place?
And.To whom?
And.To whom?
Bal.To me.
Bal.To me.
And.To thee?Why should my face, that’s placed above my mind,Fall under it?
And.To thee?
Why should my face, that’s placed above my mind,
Fall under it?
Bal.I’ll make thee yield.
Bal.I’ll make thee yield.
And.Aye, when you get me down;But I stand even yet—jump crown to crown.
And.Aye, when you get me down;
But I stand even yet—jump crown to crown.
Bal.Dar’st thou?
Bal.Dar’st thou?
And.I dare.
And.I dare.
Bal.I am all vex’d.
Bal.I am all vex’d.
And.I care not.
And.I care not.
Bal.I shall forget the law.
Bal.I shall forget the law.
And.Do, do.
And.Do, do.
Bal.Shall I?
Bal.Shall I?
And.Spare not.
And.Spare not.
Bal.But thou wilt yield first.
Bal.But thou wilt yield first.
And.No.
And.No.
Bal.O, I hug thee for’t!The valiant’st spirit e’er trod the Spanish court:Here let the rising of our hot blood set.
Bal.O, I hug thee for’t!
The valiant’st spirit e’er trod the Spanish court:
Here let the rising of our hot blood set.
Alex.My liege, two nobler spirits never met.
Alex.My liege, two nobler spirits never met.
Bal.Until we meet in purple, when our swordsShall——
Bal.Until we meet in purple, when our swords
Shall——
And.Agreed, right valiant prince:—Then, Portugal, this is thy resolute answer?
And.Agreed, right valiant prince:—
Then, Portugal, this is thy resolute answer?
King.So, return, it’s so: we have bethought us,What tribute is; how poor that monarch shows,Who for his throne a yearly pension owes:And what our predecessors lost to Spain,We have fresh spirits that can renew’t again.
King.So, return, it’s so: we have bethought us,
What tribute is; how poor that monarch shows,
Who for his throne a yearly pension owes:
And what our predecessors lost to Spain,
We have fresh spirits that can renew’t again.
And.Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war:Many a new wound must gasp through an old scar.So, Portugal, I leave thee.
And.Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war:
Many a new wound must gasp through an old scar.
So, Portugal, I leave thee.
King.Ourself in personWill see thee safe aboard: come, son, come, lords,Instead of tribute we must pay our swords.
King.Ourself in person
Will see thee safe aboard: come, son, come, lords,
Instead of tribute we must pay our swords.
Bal.Remember, Don Andrea, that we meet.
Bal.Remember, Don Andrea, that we meet.
And.Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet.[Exeunt.
And.Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet.
[Exeunt.
EnterLorenzoandAlcario.
Lor.Do you affect my sister?Alca.Affect! above affection, forHer breast is my life’s treasure; O, entireIs the condition of my hot desire!Lor.Then this must be your plot.You know Andrea’s gone embassador,On whom my sister Bell’-ImperiaCasts her affection?You are in stature like him, speech alike,And had you but his vestment on your back,There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he:Therefore sly policy must be your guide.I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours,Proportioned in all parts:—nay, ’twas his own—This suit within my closet shall you wear,And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last—Alca.What?Lor.Obtain thy love.Alca.This falls out rare; in this disguise I may bothWed, bed, and board her.Lor.You may, you may:Besides, within these few days he’ll return.Alca.Till this be acted, I in passion burn.Lor.All falls out for the purpose: all hits jump;[298]The date of his embassage, nigh expired,Gives strength unto our plot.Alca.True, true; all to the purpose.Lor.Moreover, I will buzz Andrea’s landingWhich, once but crept into the vulgar mouths,Is hurried here and there, and sworn for troth:Think, ’tis your love makes me create this guise,And willing hope to see your virtue rise.Alca.Lorenzo’s bounty I do more enfoldThan the great’st mine of India’s brightest gold.Lor.Come, let us in; the next time you shall showAll Don Andrea, not Alcario.[Exeunt.
Lor.Do you affect my sister?
Lor.Do you affect my sister?
Alca.Affect! above affection, forHer breast is my life’s treasure; O, entireIs the condition of my hot desire!
Alca.Affect! above affection, for
Her breast is my life’s treasure; O, entire
Is the condition of my hot desire!
Lor.Then this must be your plot.You know Andrea’s gone embassador,On whom my sister Bell’-ImperiaCasts her affection?You are in stature like him, speech alike,And had you but his vestment on your back,There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he:Therefore sly policy must be your guide.I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours,Proportioned in all parts:—nay, ’twas his own—This suit within my closet shall you wear,And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last—
Lor.Then this must be your plot.
You know Andrea’s gone embassador,
On whom my sister Bell’-Imperia
Casts her affection?
You are in stature like him, speech alike,
And had you but his vestment on your back,
There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he:
Therefore sly policy must be your guide.
I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours,
Proportioned in all parts:—nay, ’twas his own—
This suit within my closet shall you wear,
And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last—
Alca.What?
Alca.What?
Lor.Obtain thy love.
Lor.Obtain thy love.
Alca.This falls out rare; in this disguise I may bothWed, bed, and board her.
Alca.This falls out rare; in this disguise I may both
Wed, bed, and board her.
Lor.You may, you may:Besides, within these few days he’ll return.
Lor.You may, you may:
Besides, within these few days he’ll return.
Alca.Till this be acted, I in passion burn.
Alca.Till this be acted, I in passion burn.
Lor.All falls out for the purpose: all hits jump;[298]The date of his embassage, nigh expired,Gives strength unto our plot.
Lor.All falls out for the purpose: all hits jump;[298]
The date of his embassage, nigh expired,
Gives strength unto our plot.
Alca.True, true; all to the purpose.
Alca.True, true; all to the purpose.
Lor.Moreover, I will buzz Andrea’s landingWhich, once but crept into the vulgar mouths,Is hurried here and there, and sworn for troth:Think, ’tis your love makes me create this guise,And willing hope to see your virtue rise.
Lor.Moreover, I will buzz Andrea’s landing
Which, once but crept into the vulgar mouths,
Is hurried here and there, and sworn for troth:
Think, ’tis your love makes me create this guise,
And willing hope to see your virtue rise.
Alca.Lorenzo’s bounty I do more enfoldThan the great’st mine of India’s brightest gold.
Alca.Lorenzo’s bounty I do more enfold
Than the great’st mine of India’s brightest gold.
Lor.Come, let us in; the next time you shall showAll Don Andrea, not Alcario.[Exeunt.
Lor.Come, let us in; the next time you shall show
All Don Andrea, not Alcario.
[Exeunt.
EnterJeronimotrussing of his points;Horatiowith pen and ink.
Jer.Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well.Come write, Horatio, write;This speedy letter must away to-night.
Jer.Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well.Come write, Horatio, write;This speedy letter must away to-night.
Jer.Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well.
Come write, Horatio, write;
This speedy letter must away to-night.
[Horatiofolds the paper the contrary way.
What! fold paper that way to a nobleman?To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador!Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou wornGowns in the university, toss’d[299]logic, suck’dPhilosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300]and cannot giveA letter the right courtier’s crest?O, there’s a kind of stateIn everything, save in a cuckold’s pate!Fie, fie, Horatio! what, is your pen foul?Hor.No, father, cleaner than Lorenzo’s soul;That’s dipp’d in ink made of an envious gall,Else had my pen no cause to write at all.Jer.Signior Andrea, say.Hor.Signior Andrea——Jer.’Tis a villainous age this.Hor.’Tis a villainous age this——Jer.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler.Hor.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler——Jer.Or a serjeant.Hor.Or a serjeant——Jer.Or a broker.Hor.Or a broker——Jer.Yet I speak not this of Lorenzo,For he’s an honest lord.Hor.’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord.Jer.Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee.Hor.What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree.Jer.You’ll take it up, sir?Hor.Well, well.Jer.What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrewThy impudence or insolence!Hor.Lorenzo’s an honest lord——Jer.Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you.Hor.O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so?Jer.Art thou a scholar, Don Horatio,And canst not aim at figurative speech?Hor.I pray you, pardon me; ’twas but youth’sHasty error.Jer.Come, read then.Hor.And has hired one to murder you——Jer.He means to send you to heaven, whenYou return from Portugal.Hor.From Portugal——Jer.Yet he’s an honest duke’s son.Hor.Yet he’s an——Jer.But not the honest son of a duke.Hor.But not the honest——Jer.O that villainy should be found in the great chamber!Hor.O that villainy——Jer.And honesty in the bottom of a cellar.Hor.And honesty——Jer.If you’ll be murdered, you may.Hor.If you’ll be——Jer.If you be not, thank God and Jeronimo.Hor.If you be not——Jer.If you be, thank the devil and Lorenzo.Hor.If you be, thank——-Jer.Thus hoping you will not be murdered, and you can choose.Hor.Thus hoping you will——-Jer.Especially being warned beforehand.Hor.Especially——Jer.I take my leave, boy; Horatio, writeleaveBending in the hams like an old courtier:—Thy assured friend, say, ’gainst Lorenzo andThe devil,—little Jeronimo Marshal.Hor.Jeronimo Marshal.Jer.So, now read it o’er.Hor.Signior Andrea, ’tis a villainous age this,That a nobleman should be a knave as wellAs an ostler, or a serjeant, or a broker; yetI speak not this of Lorenzo: he’s anHonest lord, and has hired one to murder you,When you return from Portugal: yetHe’s an honest duke’s son, but not theHonest son of a duke. O that villainyShould be found in the great chamber, and honestyIn the bottom of the cellar!Jer.True, boy: there’s a moral in that; as muchTo say, knavery in the court, and honesty in aCheese-house.Hor.If you’ll be murdered, you may: if you beNot, thank God and Jeronimo: if you be,Thank the devil and Lorenzo. Thus hopingYou will not be murdered, and you can choose;Especially being warned beforehand, I take my leave.Jer.Horatio, hast thou writtenleave, bending in theHams enough, like a gentleman-usher? ’Sfoot,No, Horatio; thou hast made him straddle too muchLike a Frenchman: for shame, put his legs closer,Though it be painful.Hor.So, ’tis done, ’tis done.—Thy assured friend ’gainst Lorenzo and the devil;Little Jeronimo Marshal.
What! fold paper that way to a nobleman?To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador!Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou wornGowns in the university, toss’d[299]logic, suck’dPhilosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300]and cannot giveA letter the right courtier’s crest?O, there’s a kind of stateIn everything, save in a cuckold’s pate!Fie, fie, Horatio! what, is your pen foul?
What! fold paper that way to a nobleman?
To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador!
Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou worn
Gowns in the university, toss’d[299]logic, suck’d
Philosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300]and cannot give
A letter the right courtier’s crest?
O, there’s a kind of state
In everything, save in a cuckold’s pate!
Fie, fie, Horatio! what, is your pen foul?
Hor.No, father, cleaner than Lorenzo’s soul;That’s dipp’d in ink made of an envious gall,Else had my pen no cause to write at all.
Hor.No, father, cleaner than Lorenzo’s soul;
That’s dipp’d in ink made of an envious gall,
Else had my pen no cause to write at all.
Jer.Signior Andrea, say.
Jer.Signior Andrea, say.
Hor.Signior Andrea——
Hor.Signior Andrea——
Jer.’Tis a villainous age this.
Jer.’Tis a villainous age this.
Hor.’Tis a villainous age this——
Hor.’Tis a villainous age this——
Jer.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler.
Jer.That a nobleman should be a knave as
Well as an ostler.
Hor.That a nobleman should be a knave asWell as an ostler——
Hor.That a nobleman should be a knave as
Well as an ostler——
Jer.Or a serjeant.
Jer.Or a serjeant.
Hor.Or a serjeant——
Hor.Or a serjeant——
Jer.Or a broker.
Jer.Or a broker.
Hor.Or a broker——
Hor.Or a broker——
Jer.Yet I speak not this of Lorenzo,For he’s an honest lord.
Jer.Yet I speak not this of Lorenzo,
For he’s an honest lord.
Hor.’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord.
Hor.’S foot, father, I’ll not write him honest lord.
Jer.Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee.
Jer.Take up thy pen, or I’ll take up thee.
Hor.What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree.
Hor.What! write him honest lord? I’ll not agree.
Jer.You’ll take it up, sir?
Jer.You’ll take it up, sir?
Hor.Well, well.
Hor.Well, well.
Jer.What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrewThy impudence or insolence!
Jer.What went before? thou hast put me out: beshrew
Thy impudence or insolence!
Hor.Lorenzo’s an honest lord——
Hor.Lorenzo’s an honest lord——
Jer.Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you.
Jer.Well, sir; and has hired one to murder you.
Hor.O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so?
Hor.O, I cry you mercy, father, meant you so?
Jer.Art thou a scholar, Don Horatio,And canst not aim at figurative speech?
Jer.Art thou a scholar, Don Horatio,
And canst not aim at figurative speech?
Hor.I pray you, pardon me; ’twas but youth’sHasty error.
Hor.I pray you, pardon me; ’twas but youth’s
Hasty error.
Jer.Come, read then.
Jer.Come, read then.
Hor.And has hired one to murder you——
Hor.And has hired one to murder you——
Jer.He means to send you to heaven, whenYou return from Portugal.
Jer.He means to send you to heaven, when
You return from Portugal.
Hor.From Portugal——
Hor.From Portugal——
Jer.Yet he’s an honest duke’s son.
Jer.Yet he’s an honest duke’s son.
Hor.Yet he’s an——
Hor.Yet he’s an——
Jer.But not the honest son of a duke.
Jer.But not the honest son of a duke.
Hor.But not the honest——
Hor.But not the honest——
Jer.O that villainy should be found in the great chamber!
Jer.O that villainy should be found in the great chamber!
Hor.O that villainy——
Hor.O that villainy——
Jer.And honesty in the bottom of a cellar.
Jer.And honesty in the bottom of a cellar.
Hor.And honesty——
Hor.And honesty——
Jer.If you’ll be murdered, you may.
Jer.If you’ll be murdered, you may.
Hor.If you’ll be——
Hor.If you’ll be——
Jer.If you be not, thank God and Jeronimo.
Jer.If you be not, thank God and Jeronimo.
Hor.If you be not——
Hor.If you be not——
Jer.If you be, thank the devil and Lorenzo.
Jer.If you be, thank the devil and Lorenzo.
Hor.If you be, thank——-
Hor.If you be, thank——-
Jer.Thus hoping you will not be murdered, and you can choose.
Jer.Thus hoping you will not be murdered, and you can choose.
Hor.Thus hoping you will——-
Hor.Thus hoping you will——-
Jer.Especially being warned beforehand.
Jer.Especially being warned beforehand.
Hor.Especially——
Hor.Especially——
Jer.I take my leave, boy; Horatio, writeleaveBending in the hams like an old courtier:—Thy assured friend, say, ’gainst Lorenzo andThe devil,—little Jeronimo Marshal.
Jer.I take my leave, boy; Horatio, writeleave
Bending in the hams like an old courtier:—
Thy assured friend, say, ’gainst Lorenzo and
The devil,—little Jeronimo Marshal.
Hor.Jeronimo Marshal.
Hor.Jeronimo Marshal.
Jer.So, now read it o’er.
Jer.So, now read it o’er.
Hor.Signior Andrea, ’tis a villainous age this,That a nobleman should be a knave as wellAs an ostler, or a serjeant, or a broker; yetI speak not this of Lorenzo: he’s anHonest lord, and has hired one to murder you,When you return from Portugal: yetHe’s an honest duke’s son, but not theHonest son of a duke. O that villainyShould be found in the great chamber, and honestyIn the bottom of the cellar!
Hor.Signior Andrea, ’tis a villainous age this,
That a nobleman should be a knave as well
As an ostler, or a serjeant, or a broker; yet
I speak not this of Lorenzo: he’s an
Honest lord, and has hired one to murder you,
When you return from Portugal: yet
He’s an honest duke’s son, but not the
Honest son of a duke. O that villainy
Should be found in the great chamber, and honesty
In the bottom of the cellar!
Jer.True, boy: there’s a moral in that; as muchTo say, knavery in the court, and honesty in aCheese-house.
Jer.True, boy: there’s a moral in that; as much
To say, knavery in the court, and honesty in a
Cheese-house.
Hor.If you’ll be murdered, you may: if you beNot, thank God and Jeronimo: if you be,Thank the devil and Lorenzo. Thus hopingYou will not be murdered, and you can choose;Especially being warned beforehand, I take my leave.
Hor.If you’ll be murdered, you may: if you be
Not, thank God and Jeronimo: if you be,
Thank the devil and Lorenzo. Thus hoping
You will not be murdered, and you can choose;
Especially being warned beforehand, I take my leave.
Jer.Horatio, hast thou writtenleave, bending in theHams enough, like a gentleman-usher? ’Sfoot,No, Horatio; thou hast made him straddle too muchLike a Frenchman: for shame, put his legs closer,Though it be painful.
Jer.Horatio, hast thou writtenleave, bending in the
Hams enough, like a gentleman-usher? ’Sfoot,
No, Horatio; thou hast made him straddle too much
Like a Frenchman: for shame, put his legs closer,
Though it be painful.
Hor.So, ’tis done, ’tis done.—Thy assured friend ’gainst Lorenzo and the devil;Little Jeronimo Marshal.
Hor.So, ’tis done, ’tis done.—
Thy assured friend ’gainst Lorenzo and the devil;
Little Jeronimo Marshal.
EnterLorenzoandIsabella.
Isa.Yonder he is, my lord; pray you speak to him.Jer.Wax, wax, Horatio: I had need wax too,Our foes will stride else over me and you.Isa.He’s writing a love-letter to some Spanish lady,And now he calls for wax to seal it.Lor.God save you, good knight Marshal.Jer.Who’s this? my lord Lorenzo? welcome, welcome;You’re the last man I thought on, save the devil:Much doth your presence grace our homely roof.Lor.O Jeronimo,Your wife condemns you of an uncourtesyAnd over-passing wrong; and, more, she namesLove-letters which you send to Spanish dames.Jer.Do you accuse me so, kind Isabella?Isa.Unkind Jeronimo!Lor.And, for my instance, this in your hand is one.Jer.In sooth, my lord, there is no written nameOf any lady, nor[301]no Spanish dame.Lor.If it were not so, you would not be afeardTo read or show the waxed letter:Pray you, let me behold it.Jer.I pray you pardon me.I must confess, my lord, it treats of love,Love to Andrea, ay, even to his very bosom.Lor.What news, my lord, hear you from Portugal?Jer.Who, I? before your grace it must not be;The badger feeds not, till the lion’s served:Nor fits it news so soon kiss subjects’ ears,[302]As the fair cheek of high authority.Jeronimo lives much absent from the court,And, being absent there, lives from report.Lor.Farewell, Jeronimo.Isa.Welcome, my lord Lorenzo.[ExeuntLorenzoandIsabella.Jer.Boy,Thy mother’s jealous of my love to her.Hor.O, she play’d us a wise part; now ten to oneHe had not overheard the letter read,Just as he enter’d.Jer.Though it had happen’d evil,He should have heard his name yoked with the devil.Here, seal the letter with a loving knot:Send it with speed; Horatio, linger not;That Don Andrea may prevent his death,And know his enemy by his envious breath.[Exeunt.
Isa.Yonder he is, my lord; pray you speak to him.
Isa.Yonder he is, my lord; pray you speak to him.
Jer.Wax, wax, Horatio: I had need wax too,Our foes will stride else over me and you.
Jer.Wax, wax, Horatio: I had need wax too,
Our foes will stride else over me and you.
Isa.He’s writing a love-letter to some Spanish lady,And now he calls for wax to seal it.
Isa.He’s writing a love-letter to some Spanish lady,
And now he calls for wax to seal it.
Lor.God save you, good knight Marshal.
Lor.God save you, good knight Marshal.
Jer.Who’s this? my lord Lorenzo? welcome, welcome;You’re the last man I thought on, save the devil:Much doth your presence grace our homely roof.
Jer.Who’s this? my lord Lorenzo? welcome, welcome;
You’re the last man I thought on, save the devil:
Much doth your presence grace our homely roof.
Lor.O Jeronimo,Your wife condemns you of an uncourtesyAnd over-passing wrong; and, more, she namesLove-letters which you send to Spanish dames.
Lor.O Jeronimo,
Your wife condemns you of an uncourtesy
And over-passing wrong; and, more, she names
Love-letters which you send to Spanish dames.
Jer.Do you accuse me so, kind Isabella?
Jer.Do you accuse me so, kind Isabella?
Isa.Unkind Jeronimo!
Isa.Unkind Jeronimo!
Lor.And, for my instance, this in your hand is one.
Lor.And, for my instance, this in your hand is one.
Jer.In sooth, my lord, there is no written nameOf any lady, nor[301]no Spanish dame.
Jer.In sooth, my lord, there is no written name
Of any lady, nor[301]no Spanish dame.
Lor.If it were not so, you would not be afeardTo read or show the waxed letter:Pray you, let me behold it.
Lor.If it were not so, you would not be afeard
To read or show the waxed letter:
Pray you, let me behold it.
Jer.I pray you pardon me.I must confess, my lord, it treats of love,Love to Andrea, ay, even to his very bosom.
Jer.I pray you pardon me.
I must confess, my lord, it treats of love,
Love to Andrea, ay, even to his very bosom.
Lor.What news, my lord, hear you from Portugal?
Lor.What news, my lord, hear you from Portugal?
Jer.Who, I? before your grace it must not be;The badger feeds not, till the lion’s served:Nor fits it news so soon kiss subjects’ ears,[302]As the fair cheek of high authority.Jeronimo lives much absent from the court,And, being absent there, lives from report.
Jer.Who, I? before your grace it must not be;
The badger feeds not, till the lion’s served:
Nor fits it news so soon kiss subjects’ ears,[302]
As the fair cheek of high authority.
Jeronimo lives much absent from the court,
And, being absent there, lives from report.
Lor.Farewell, Jeronimo.
Lor.Farewell, Jeronimo.
Isa.Welcome, my lord Lorenzo.[ExeuntLorenzoandIsabella.
Isa.Welcome, my lord Lorenzo.
[ExeuntLorenzoandIsabella.
Jer.Boy,Thy mother’s jealous of my love to her.
Jer.Boy,
Thy mother’s jealous of my love to her.
Hor.O, she play’d us a wise part; now ten to oneHe had not overheard the letter read,Just as he enter’d.
Hor.O, she play’d us a wise part; now ten to one
He had not overheard the letter read,
Just as he enter’d.
Jer.Though it had happen’d evil,He should have heard his name yoked with the devil.Here, seal the letter with a loving knot:Send it with speed; Horatio, linger not;That Don Andrea may prevent his death,And know his enemy by his envious breath.[Exeunt.
Jer.Though it had happen’d evil,
He should have heard his name yoked with the devil.
Here, seal the letter with a loving knot:
Send it with speed; Horatio, linger not;
That Don Andrea may prevent his death,
And know his enemy by his envious breath.
[Exeunt.
EnterLorenzo,andAlcariodisguised likeAndrea.
Lor.Now, by the honour of Castile’s true house,You are as like Andrea, part for part,As he is like himself: did I not know you,By my cross I swear, I could not think you butAndrea’s self, so legg’d, so faced, so speech’d,So all in all; methinks I should saluteYour quick return and speedy haste from Portugal:Welcome, fair lord, worthy ambassador,Brave Don Andrea! O, I laugh to seeHow we shall jest at her mistaking thee!Alc.What, have you given it out Andrea is return’d?Lor.’Tis all about the court in every ear,And my invention brought to me for newsLast night at supper; and which the more to cover,I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him,When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,To think how soon report had scatter’d it.Alc.But is the villain LazarottoAcquainted with our drift?Lor.Not for Spain’s wealth;Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,For confidence confounds the stratagem.The fewer in a plot of jealousyBuild a foundation surest, when multitudesMake it confused, ere it come to head.Be secret then; trust not the open air,For air is breath, and breath-blown words raise care—This is the gallery, where she most frequents.Alc.Within this walk have I beheld her dallyWith my shape’s substance. O immortal powers!Lend your assistance; clap a silver tongueWithin this palate that, when I approachWithin the presence of this demi-goddess,I may possess an adamantic power,And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech,Have every syllable a music-stop,That, when I pause, the melody may move,And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps,That her heart hearing may relent and yield!Lor.Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach.
Lor.Now, by the honour of Castile’s true house,You are as like Andrea, part for part,As he is like himself: did I not know you,By my cross I swear, I could not think you butAndrea’s self, so legg’d, so faced, so speech’d,So all in all; methinks I should saluteYour quick return and speedy haste from Portugal:Welcome, fair lord, worthy ambassador,Brave Don Andrea! O, I laugh to seeHow we shall jest at her mistaking thee!
Lor.Now, by the honour of Castile’s true house,
You are as like Andrea, part for part,
As he is like himself: did I not know you,
By my cross I swear, I could not think you but
Andrea’s self, so legg’d, so faced, so speech’d,
So all in all; methinks I should salute
Your quick return and speedy haste from Portugal:
Welcome, fair lord, worthy ambassador,
Brave Don Andrea! O, I laugh to see
How we shall jest at her mistaking thee!
Alc.What, have you given it out Andrea is return’d?
Alc.What, have you given it out Andrea is return’d?
Lor.’Tis all about the court in every ear,And my invention brought to me for newsLast night at supper; and which the more to cover,I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him,When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,To think how soon report had scatter’d it.
Lor.’Tis all about the court in every ear,
And my invention brought to me for news
Last night at supper; and which the more to cover,
I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him,
When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,
To think how soon report had scatter’d it.
Alc.But is the villain LazarottoAcquainted with our drift?
Alc.But is the villain Lazarotto
Acquainted with our drift?
Lor.Not for Spain’s wealth;Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,For confidence confounds the stratagem.The fewer in a plot of jealousyBuild a foundation surest, when multitudesMake it confused, ere it come to head.Be secret then; trust not the open air,For air is breath, and breath-blown words raise care—This is the gallery, where she most frequents.
Lor.Not for Spain’s wealth;
Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,
For confidence confounds the stratagem.
The fewer in a plot of jealousy
Build a foundation surest, when multitudes
Make it confused, ere it come to head.
Be secret then; trust not the open air,
For air is breath, and breath-blown words raise care—
This is the gallery, where she most frequents.
Alc.Within this walk have I beheld her dallyWith my shape’s substance. O immortal powers!Lend your assistance; clap a silver tongueWithin this palate that, when I approachWithin the presence of this demi-goddess,I may possess an adamantic power,And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech,Have every syllable a music-stop,That, when I pause, the melody may move,And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps,That her heart hearing may relent and yield!
Alc.Within this walk have I beheld her dally
With my shape’s substance. O immortal powers!
Lend your assistance; clap a silver tongue
Within this palate that, when I approach
Within the presence of this demi-goddess,
I may possess an adamantic power,
And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech,
Have every syllable a music-stop,
That, when I pause, the melody may move,
And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps,
That her heart hearing may relent and yield!
Lor.Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach.
Lor.Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach.
EnterBell’-Imperia.
Alc.Then fall into your former vein of terms.Lor.Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea,Spain’s best of spirit! what newsFrom Portugal? tribute or war?But see, my sister Bell’-Imperia comes:I will defer it to some other time,For company hinders love’s conference.[ExitLorenzo.
Alc.Then fall into your former vein of terms.
Alc.Then fall into your former vein of terms.
Lor.Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea,Spain’s best of spirit! what newsFrom Portugal? tribute or war?But see, my sister Bell’-Imperia comes:I will defer it to some other time,For company hinders love’s conference.[ExitLorenzo.
Lor.Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea,
Spain’s best of spirit! what news
From Portugal? tribute or war?
But see, my sister Bell’-Imperia comes:
I will defer it to some other time,
For company hinders love’s conference.
[ExitLorenzo.
Bel.Welcome, my life’s self-form, dear Don Andrea.Alc.My words iterated give thee as much:Welcome, my self of self.Bel.What news, Andrea? treats it peace or war?Alc.At first they cried all war, as men resolvedTo lose both life and honour at one cast:At which I thunder’d words all clad in proof,Which struck amazement to their palled speech,And tribute presently was yielded up.But, madam Bell’-Imperia, leave we this,And talk of former suits and quests of love.
Bel.Welcome, my life’s self-form, dear Don Andrea.
Bel.Welcome, my life’s self-form, dear Don Andrea.
Alc.My words iterated give thee as much:Welcome, my self of self.
Alc.My words iterated give thee as much:
Welcome, my self of self.
Bel.What news, Andrea? treats it peace or war?
Bel.What news, Andrea? treats it peace or war?
Alc.At first they cried all war, as men resolvedTo lose both life and honour at one cast:At which I thunder’d words all clad in proof,Which struck amazement to their palled speech,And tribute presently was yielded up.But, madam Bell’-Imperia, leave we this,And talk of former suits and quests of love.
Alc.At first they cried all war, as men resolved
To lose both life and honour at one cast:
At which I thunder’d words all clad in proof,
Which struck amazement to their palled speech,
And tribute presently was yielded up.
But, madam Bell’-Imperia, leave we this,
And talk of former suits and quests of love.
They whisper. EnterLazarotto.
Laz.’Tis all about the court Andrea’s come:Would I might greet him! and I wonder much,My lord Lorenzo is so slack in murder,Not to afford me notice all this while.Gold, I am true;I had my hire, and thou shalt have thy due:Was’t possible to miss him so? soft! soft!This gallery leads to Bell’-Imperia’s lodging;There he is, sure, or will be, sure. I’ll stay:The evening too begins to slubber day:[303]Sweet, opportuneful season; here I’ll lean,Like a court-hound, that licks fat trenchers clean.[Aside.Bel.But has the king partook your embassy?Alc.That till to-morrow shall be now deferr’d.Bel.Nay, then you love me not:Let that be first despatch’d; till when receive this token.[She kisses him. ExitBell’-Imperia.Alc.I to the king with this unfaithful heart!It must not be: I play too false a part.Laz.Up, Lazarotto; yonder comes thy prize;Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.[Lazarottokills him.Alc.That villain Lazarotto has kill’d me,Instead of Andrea.
Laz.’Tis all about the court Andrea’s come:Would I might greet him! and I wonder much,My lord Lorenzo is so slack in murder,Not to afford me notice all this while.Gold, I am true;I had my hire, and thou shalt have thy due:Was’t possible to miss him so? soft! soft!This gallery leads to Bell’-Imperia’s lodging;There he is, sure, or will be, sure. I’ll stay:The evening too begins to slubber day:[303]Sweet, opportuneful season; here I’ll lean,Like a court-hound, that licks fat trenchers clean.[Aside.
Laz.’Tis all about the court Andrea’s come:
Would I might greet him! and I wonder much,
My lord Lorenzo is so slack in murder,
Not to afford me notice all this while.
Gold, I am true;
I had my hire, and thou shalt have thy due:
Was’t possible to miss him so? soft! soft!
This gallery leads to Bell’-Imperia’s lodging;
There he is, sure, or will be, sure. I’ll stay:
The evening too begins to slubber day:[303]
Sweet, opportuneful season; here I’ll lean,
Like a court-hound, that licks fat trenchers clean.
[Aside.
Bel.But has the king partook your embassy?
Bel.But has the king partook your embassy?
Alc.That till to-morrow shall be now deferr’d.
Alc.That till to-morrow shall be now deferr’d.
Bel.Nay, then you love me not:Let that be first despatch’d; till when receive this token.[She kisses him. ExitBell’-Imperia.
Bel.Nay, then you love me not:
Let that be first despatch’d; till when receive this token.
[She kisses him. ExitBell’-Imperia.
Alc.I to the king with this unfaithful heart!It must not be: I play too false a part.
Alc.I to the king with this unfaithful heart!
It must not be: I play too false a part.
Laz.Up, Lazarotto; yonder comes thy prize;Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.[Lazarottokills him.
Laz.Up, Lazarotto; yonder comes thy prize;
Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.
[Lazarottokills him.
Alc.That villain Lazarotto has kill’d me,Instead of Andrea.
Alc.That villain Lazarotto has kill’d me,
Instead of Andrea.
EnterAndreaandRogero,and Others.
Rog.Welcome home, lord embassador.Alc.O, O, O.And.Whose groan was that? what frightful villain’s this,His sword unsheathed? whom hast thou murdered, slave?Laz.Why, Don, Don Andrea.And.No, counterfeiting villain.He says, my lord, that he hath murdered me.Laz.Aye, Don Andrea, or else Don the devil.And.Lay hands on him; some rear upThe bleeding body to the light.Rog.My lord, I think ’tis you: were you not here,A man might swear ’twere you.And.His garments, ha! like mine, his face made like!An ominous horror all my veins doth strike.Sure, this portends my death; this miseryAims at some fatal pointed tragedy.
Rog.Welcome home, lord embassador.
Rog.Welcome home, lord embassador.
Alc.O, O, O.
Alc.O, O, O.
And.Whose groan was that? what frightful villain’s this,His sword unsheathed? whom hast thou murdered, slave?
And.Whose groan was that? what frightful villain’s this,
His sword unsheathed? whom hast thou murdered, slave?
Laz.Why, Don, Don Andrea.
Laz.Why, Don, Don Andrea.
And.No, counterfeiting villain.He says, my lord, that he hath murdered me.
And.No, counterfeiting villain.
He says, my lord, that he hath murdered me.
Laz.Aye, Don Andrea, or else Don the devil.
Laz.Aye, Don Andrea, or else Don the devil.
And.Lay hands on him; some rear upThe bleeding body to the light.
And.Lay hands on him; some rear up
The bleeding body to the light.
Rog.My lord, I think ’tis you: were you not here,A man might swear ’twere you.
Rog.My lord, I think ’tis you: were you not here,
A man might swear ’twere you.
And.His garments, ha! like mine, his face made like!An ominous horror all my veins doth strike.Sure, this portends my death; this miseryAims at some fatal pointed tragedy.
And.His garments, ha! like mine, his face made like!
An ominous horror all my veins doth strike.
Sure, this portends my death; this misery
Aims at some fatal pointed tragedy.
EnterJeronimoandHoratio.
Jer.Son Horatio, see Andrea slain!Hor.Andrea slain! then, weapon, cling[304]my breast.And.Live, truest friend, for ever lov’d and bless’d.Hor.Lives Don Andrea?And.Aye, but slain in thought,To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought.Lords, cannot you yet descry,Who is the owner of this red melting body?Rog.My lord, it is Alcario, duke Medina’s son;I know him by this mole upon his breast.Laz.Alcario slain! hast thou beguiled me, sword?Arm, hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord?Why then rot off and drop upon the ground,Strow all the galleries with gobbets round.
Jer.Son Horatio, see Andrea slain!
Jer.Son Horatio, see Andrea slain!
Hor.Andrea slain! then, weapon, cling[304]my breast.
Hor.Andrea slain! then, weapon, cling[304]my breast.
And.Live, truest friend, for ever lov’d and bless’d.
And.Live, truest friend, for ever lov’d and bless’d.
Hor.Lives Don Andrea?
Hor.Lives Don Andrea?
And.Aye, but slain in thought,To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought.Lords, cannot you yet descry,Who is the owner of this red melting body?
And.Aye, but slain in thought,
To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought.
Lords, cannot you yet descry,
Who is the owner of this red melting body?
Rog.My lord, it is Alcario, duke Medina’s son;I know him by this mole upon his breast.
Rog.My lord, it is Alcario, duke Medina’s son;
I know him by this mole upon his breast.
Laz.Alcario slain! hast thou beguiled me, sword?Arm, hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord?Why then rot off and drop upon the ground,Strow all the galleries with gobbets round.
Laz.Alcario slain! hast thou beguiled me, sword?
Arm, hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord?
Why then rot off and drop upon the ground,
Strow all the galleries with gobbets round.
EnterLorenzo.
Lor.Who names Alcario slain? it is Alcario!O cursed deed!Couldst thou not see, but make the wrong man bleed?Laz.’Sfoot, ’twas your fault, my lord; you brought no word.Lor.Peace; no words: I’ll get thy pardon:Why, mum, then.
Lor.Who names Alcario slain? it is Alcario!O cursed deed!Couldst thou not see, but make the wrong man bleed?
Lor.Who names Alcario slain? it is Alcario!
O cursed deed!
Couldst thou not see, but make the wrong man bleed?
Laz.’Sfoot, ’twas your fault, my lord; you brought no word.
Laz.’Sfoot, ’twas your fault, my lord; you brought no word.
Lor.Peace; no words: I’ll get thy pardon:Why, mum, then.
Lor.Peace; no words: I’ll get thy pardon:
Why, mum, then.
EnterBell’-Imperia.
Bel.Who names Andrea slain? O, ’tis Andrea!O, I swoon, I die:Lor.Look to my sister Bell’-Imperia!And.Raise up, my dear love, Bell’-Imperia!O, be of comfort, sweet: call in thy spirits;Andrea lives: O, let not death beguile thee!Bel.Are you Andrea?And.Do not forget;That was Alcario, my shape’s counterfeit.Lor.Why speaks not this accurs’d, damn’d villain?Laz.O good words, my lords; for those are courtiers’ vails:The king must hear; why should I make two tales?For to be found in two, before the kingI will resolve you all this strange strange thing:I hit, yet miss’d; ’twas I mistook my part.Hor.Aye, villain; for thou aim’st at this true heart.Jer.Horatio, ’twas well, as fortune stands,This letter came not to Andrea’s hands.Hor.’Twas happiness indeed.Bel.Was it not you, Andrea, questioned me’Bout love?And.No, Bell’-Imperia.Belike, ’twas false Andrea; for the firstObject mine eyes met was that most accurst,Which, I much fear me, by all signs portendsMost doubtful wars and dangerous pointed endsTo light upon my blood.Bel.Angels of heaven, forefend it!And.Some take up the body; others take chargeOf that accursed villain.Lor.My lord, leave that to me; I’ll look to him.Jer.Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.And.The king may think my news is a bad guest,When the first object is a bleeding breast.[Exeunt.
Bel.Who names Andrea slain? O, ’tis Andrea!O, I swoon, I die:
Bel.Who names Andrea slain? O, ’tis Andrea!
O, I swoon, I die:
Lor.Look to my sister Bell’-Imperia!
Lor.Look to my sister Bell’-Imperia!
And.Raise up, my dear love, Bell’-Imperia!O, be of comfort, sweet: call in thy spirits;Andrea lives: O, let not death beguile thee!
And.Raise up, my dear love, Bell’-Imperia!
O, be of comfort, sweet: call in thy spirits;
Andrea lives: O, let not death beguile thee!
Bel.Are you Andrea?
Bel.Are you Andrea?
And.Do not forget;That was Alcario, my shape’s counterfeit.
And.Do not forget;
That was Alcario, my shape’s counterfeit.
Lor.Why speaks not this accurs’d, damn’d villain?
Lor.Why speaks not this accurs’d, damn’d villain?
Laz.O good words, my lords; for those are courtiers’ vails:The king must hear; why should I make two tales?For to be found in two, before the kingI will resolve you all this strange strange thing:I hit, yet miss’d; ’twas I mistook my part.
Laz.O good words, my lords; for those are courtiers’ vails:
The king must hear; why should I make two tales?
For to be found in two, before the king
I will resolve you all this strange strange thing:
I hit, yet miss’d; ’twas I mistook my part.
Hor.Aye, villain; for thou aim’st at this true heart.
Hor.Aye, villain; for thou aim’st at this true heart.
Jer.Horatio, ’twas well, as fortune stands,This letter came not to Andrea’s hands.
Jer.Horatio, ’twas well, as fortune stands,
This letter came not to Andrea’s hands.
Hor.’Twas happiness indeed.
Hor.’Twas happiness indeed.
Bel.Was it not you, Andrea, questioned me’Bout love?
Bel.Was it not you, Andrea, questioned me
’Bout love?
And.No, Bell’-Imperia.Belike, ’twas false Andrea; for the firstObject mine eyes met was that most accurst,Which, I much fear me, by all signs portendsMost doubtful wars and dangerous pointed endsTo light upon my blood.
And.No, Bell’-Imperia.
Belike, ’twas false Andrea; for the first
Object mine eyes met was that most accurst,
Which, I much fear me, by all signs portends
Most doubtful wars and dangerous pointed ends
To light upon my blood.
Bel.Angels of heaven, forefend it!
Bel.Angels of heaven, forefend it!
And.Some take up the body; others take chargeOf that accursed villain.
And.Some take up the body; others take charge
Of that accursed villain.
Lor.My lord, leave that to me; I’ll look to him.
Lor.My lord, leave that to me; I’ll look to him.
Jer.Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.
Jer.Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.
And.The king may think my news is a bad guest,When the first object is a bleeding breast.[Exeunt.
And.The king may think my news is a bad guest,
When the first object is a bleeding breast.
[Exeunt.
EnterKing of Spain,Castile,Medina,Rogero,and Others; a Dead March within.