sonne returne—     His ransome doe to Don Horatio. HIERO. Horatio? who cals Horatio? KING. And well remembred, thank his Maiestie! Heere, see it giuen to Horatio. HIERO. Iustice! O iustice! iustice, gentle king! KING. Who is that? Hieronimo? HIERO. Iustice! O iustice! O my sonne! my sonne! My sonne, whom naught can ransome or redeeme! LOR. Hieronimo, you are not well aduisde. HIERO. Away, Lorenzo! hinder me no more, For thou hast made me bankrupt of my blisse! Giue me my sonne! You shall not ransome him! Away! Ile rip the bowels of the earth, He diggeth with his dagger. And ferrie ouer th' Elizian plaines And bring my sonne to shew his deadly wounds. Stand from about me! Ile make a pickaxe of my poniard, And heere surrender vp my marshalship; For Ile goe marshall vp the feends in hell, To be auenged on you all for this. KING. What means this outrage? Will none of you restraine his fury? HIERO. Nay, soft and faire; you shall not need to striue! Needs must he goe that the diuels driue. Exit. KING. What accident hath hapt [to] Hieronimo? I haue not seene him to demeane him so. LOR. My gratious lord, he is with extreame pride Conceiued of yong Horatio, his sonne, And couetous of hauing himselfe The ransome of the yong prince, Balthazar, Distract, and in a manner lunatick. KING. Beleeue me, nephew, we are sorie for 't; This is the loue that fathers beare their sonnes. But, gentle brother, goe giue to him this golde, The princes raunsome; let him haue his due; For what he hath, Horatio shall not want. Happily Hieronimo hath need thereof. LOR. But if he be thus helpelesly distract, Tis requisite his office be resignde And giuen to one of more discretion. KING. We shall encrease his melanchollie so. Tis best that we see further in it first; Till when, our-selfe will exempt the place. And, brother, now bring in the embassadour, That he may be a witnes of the match Twixt Balthazar and Bel-imperia, And that we may prefixe a certaine time Wherein the marriage shalbe solemnized, That we may haue thy lord the vice-roy heere. EM. Therein your Highnes highly shall content His maiestie, that longs to heare from hence. KING. On then, and heare you, lord embassadour. Exeunt. 

  

       [ACT III. SCENE 13.]     

                 [HIERONIMO's house.]                  Enter HIERONIMO with a book in his hand.    [HIERO.]  Vindicta mihi. I, heauen will be reuenged of 

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