was thy daughter Bel-imperia; For by her hand my Balthazar was slaine,—     I saw her stab him. KING. Why speakest thou not? HIERO. What lesser libertie can kings affoord Then harmles silence? That afford it me! Sufficeth I may not nor I will not tell thee. KING. Fetch forth the tortures! Traitor as thou art, Ile make thee tell! HIERO. Indeed? Thou maiest torment me as his wretched sonne Hath done in murdring my Horatio; But neuer shalt thou force me to reueale The thing which I haue vowed inviolate. And therefore, in despight of all thy threats, Pleasde with their deaths, and easde with their reuenge, First take my tung, and afterwards my hart! He bites out his tongue. KING. O monstrous resolution of a wretch! See, Vice-Roy, he hath bitten foorth his tung Rather than reueale what we requirde. CAS. Yet can he write. KING. And if in this he satisfie vs not, We will deuise the 'xtreamest kinde of death That euer was inuented for a wretch. Then he makes signes for a knife to mend his pen. CAS. O, he would haue a knife to mend his pen. VICE. Here; and aduise thee that thou write the troth,—     Look to my brother! saue Hieronimo! He with a knife stabs the DUKE and himself. KING. What age hath euer heard such monstrous deeds? My brother and the whole succeeding hope That Spaine expected after my dicease. Go beare his body hence, that we may mourne The losse of our beloued brothers death, That he may be entom'd, what-ere befall. I am the next, the neerest, last of all. VICE. And thou, Don Pedro, do the like for vs:     Take vp our haples sonne vntimely slaine; Set me vp with him, and he with wofull me, Vpon the maine-mast of a ship vnmand, And let the winde and tide [hale] me along To Sillas barking and vntamed gulfe Or to the lothsome poole of Archeron, To weepe my want for my sweet Balthazar. Spaine hath no refuge for a Portingale!                  The trumpets sound a dead march, the KING OF SPAINE mourning after his brothers body, and the KING OF PORTINGALE bearing the body of his sonne. 

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                 Enter GHOAST and REUENGE. GHOAST. I; now my hopes haue end in their effects, When blood and sorrow finnish my desires:     Horatio murdered in his Fathers bower, Vilde Serberine by Pedrigano slaine, False Pedrigano hang'd by quaint deuice, Faire Isabella by her-selfe misdone, Prince Balthazar by Bel-imepria stabd, The Duke of Castile an his wicked 

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