murderers of thy noble sonne; And none but I bestirre me,—to no end! And, as I cursse this tree from further fruit, So shall my wombe be cursed for his sake; And with this weapon will I wound this brest,—     That haples brest that gaue Horatio suck! She stabs her-selfe. 

  

       [ACT IV. SCENE 3.]     

                 [The DUKE's castle.]                  Enter HIERONIMO; he knocks up the curtaine. Enter the DUKE OF CASTILE. CAS. How now, Hieronimo? wheres your fellows, That you take all this paine? HIERO. O sir, it is for the authors credit To look that all things may goe well. But, good my lord, let me intreat your Grace To giue the king the coppie of the plaie:     This is the argument of what we shew. CAS. I will, Hieronimo. HIERO. One more thing, my good lord. CAS. Whats that? HIERO. Let me intreat your Grace That, when the traine are past into the gallerie, You would vouchsafe to throwe me downe the key. CAS. I will Hieronimo. Exit CAS[TILE]. HIERO. What, are you ready, Balthazar? Bring a chaire and a cushion for the king. Enter BALTHAZAR with a chaire. Well doon, Balthazar; hang vp the title:     Our scene is Rhodes. What, is your beard on? BAL. Halfe on, the other is in my hand. HIERO. Dispatch, for shame! are you so long? Exit BALTHAZAR. Bethink thy-selfe, Hieronimo, Recall thy wits, recompt thy former wrongs Thou hast receiued by murder of thy sonne, And lastly, [but] not least, how Isabell, Once his mother and [my] deerest wife, All woe-begone for him, hath slaine her-selfe. Behoues thee then, Hieronimo, to be Reueng'd! The plot is laide of dire reuenge:     On then, Hieronimo; persue reuenge, For nothing wants but acting of reuenge! Exit HIERONIMO.                  Enter SPANISH KING, VICE-ROY, the DUKE OF CASTILE, and their traine, [to the gallery]. KING. Now, viceroy, shall we see the tragedie Of Soliman, the Turkish emperour, Performde by pleasure by yor sonne the prince, My nephew Don Lorenzo, and my neece. VICE. Who? Bel-imperia? KING. I; and Hieronimo our marshall, At whose request they deine to doo't themselues. These be our pastimes in the court of Spaine. Heere, brother, you shall be the booke-keeper:     This is the argument of that they shew. He giueth him a booke. 

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