seld-seene thing That standers by with toyes should strike me mute? Go too, I see their shifts, and say no more; Hieronimo, tis time for thee to trudge! Downe by the dale that flowes with purple gore Standeth a firie tower; there sits a iudge Vpon a seat of steele and molten brasse, And twixt his teeth he holdes afire-brand, That leades vnto the lake where he doth stand. Away, Hieronimo; to him be gone:     Heele doe thee iustice for Horatios death. Turne down this path, thou shalt be with him straite; Or this, and then thou needst not take thy breth. This way, or that way? Soft and faire, not so! For, if I hang or kill my-selfe, lets know     Who will reuenge Horatios murther then! No, no; fie, no! pardon me, ile none of that:                  He flings away the dagger & halter. This way Ile take; and this way comes the king, He takes them up againe. And heere Ile haue a fling at him, thats flat! And, Balthazar, Ile be with thee to bring; And thee, Lorenzo! Heeres the king; nay, stay! And heere,—I, heere,—there goes the hare away! Enter KING, EMBASSADOR, CASTILLE, and LORENZO. KING. Now shew, embassadour, what our viceroy saith:     Hath hee receiu'd the articles we sent? HIERO. Iustice! O, iustice to Hieronimo! LOR. Back! seest thou not the king is busie? HIERO. O! is he so? KING. Who is he that interrupts our busines? HIERO. Not I!  [aside] Hieronimo, beware! goe by, goe by! EMBAS. Renowned king, he hath receiued and read thy kingly proffers and thy promist league, And, as a man exreamely ouer-ioyd To heare his sonne so princely entertainde, Whose death he had so solemnely bewailde, This, for thy further satisfaction And kingly loue, he kindely lets thee know:     First, for the marriage of his princely sonne With Bel-imperia, thy beloued neece, The newes are more delightfull to his soule Then myrrh or incense to the offended Heauens. In person, therefore, will be come himselfe To see the marriage rites solemnized And in the presence of the court of Spaine To knit a sure [inextricable] band Of kingly loue and euerlasting league Betwixt the crownes of Spaine and Portingale. There will he giue his crowne to Balthazar, And make a queene of Bel-imperia. KING. Brother, how like you this our vice-roies loue? CAST. No doubt, my lord, it is an argument Of honorable care to keepe his freend And wondrous zeale to Balthazar, his sonne. Nor am I least indebted to his Grace, That bends his liking to my daughter thus. EM. Now last, dread lord, heere hath his Highnes sent—     Although he send not that his 

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