The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 4 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
It was my Liege, the Prince of Portingale. But what was he that on the other side, Held him by th'arm as partner of the prize? That was my son my gracious sovereign, Of whom, though from his tender infancy, My loving thoughts did never hope but well: He never pleased his father's eyes till now, Nor filled my heart with overcloying joys. Go let them march once more about these walls, That staying them we may confer and talk, With our brave prisoner and his double guard. Hieronimo, it greatly pleaseth us, That in our victory thou have a share, By virtue of thy worthy sons exploit. Bring hither the young Prince of Portingale, The rest march on, but ere they be dismissed, We will bestow on every soldier two ducats, And on every leader ten, that they may know Our largesse welcomes them. Welcome Don Balthazar, welcome Nephew, And thou Horatio thou art welcome too: Young Prince, although thy father's hard misdeeds, In keeping back the tribute that he owes, Deserve but evil measure at our hands: Yet shalt thou know that Spain is honourable. The trespass that my Father made in peace, Is now controlled by fortune of the wars: And cards once dealt, it boots not ask why so, His men are slain, a weakening to his Realm, His colours ceased, a blot unto his name, His Son distressed, a corsive to his heart, These punishments may clear his late offence. I Balthazar, if he observe this truce, Our peace will grow the stronger for these wars: meanwhile live thou though not in liberty, Yet free from bearing any servile yoke. For in our hearing thy deserts were great, And in our sight thyself art gracious. And I shall study to deserve this grace. But tell me, for their holding makes me doubt, To which of these twain art thou prisoner. To me my Liege. To me my Sovereign. This hand first took his courser by the rains. But first my lance did put him from his horse. seized his weapon and enjoy it first. But first I forced him lay his weapons down, Let go his arm upon our privilege. Say worthy Prince, to whether didst thou yield? To him in courtesy, to this perforce: He spoke me fair, this other gave me strokes: He promised life, this other threatened death: He won my love, this other conquered me: And truth to say I yield myself to both. But that I knaw your grace for just and wise, And might seem partial in this difference, Enforced by nature and by law of arms, My tongue should plead for young Horatio's right. He hunted well that was a lions death, Not he that in a garment wore his skin: So Hares may pull dead lions by the beard. Content thee Marshal thou shalt have no wrong, And for thy sake thy Son shall want no right. Will both abide the censure of my doom? I crave no better than your grace awards. Nor I, although I sit beside my right.
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It was my Liege, the Prince of Portingale. But what was he that on the other side, Held him by th'arme as partner of the prize? That was my sonne my gratious soueraigne, Of whome, though from his tender infancie, My louing thoughts did neuer hope but well: He neuer pleasd his fathers eyes till now, Nor fild my hart with ouercloying ioyes. Goe let them march once more about these walles, That staying them we may conferre and talke, With our braue prisoner and his double guard. Hieronimo, it greatly pleaseth vs, That in our victorie thou haue a share, By vertue of thy worthy sonnes exploit. Bring hether the young Prince of Portingale, The rest martch on, but ere they be dismist, We will bestow on euery souldier two duckets, And on euery leader ten, that they may know Our largesse welcomes them. Welcome Don Balthazar, welcome Nephew, And thou Horatio thou art welcome too: Young Prince, although thy fathers hard misdeedes, In keeping backe the tribute that he owes, Deserue but euill measure at our hands: Yet shalt thou know that Spaine is honorable. The trespasse that my Father made in peace, Is now controlde by fortune of the warres: And cards once dealt, it bootes not aske why so, His men are slaine, a weakening to his Realme, His colours ceaz'd, a blot vnto his name, His Sonne distrest, a corsiue to his hart, These punishments may cleare his late offence. I Balthazar, if he obserue this truce, Our peace will grow the stronger for these warres: Meane while liue thou though not in libertie, Yet free from bearing any seruile yoake. For in our hearing thy deserts were great, And in our sight thy selfe art gratious. And I shall studie to deserue this grace. But tell me, for their holding makes me doubt, To which of these twaine art thou prisoner. To me my Liege. To me my Soueraigne. This hand first tooke his courser by the raines. But first my launce did put him from his horse. eaz'd his weapon and enioyde it first. But first I forc'd him lay his weapons downe, Let goe his arme vpon our priuiledge. Say worthy Prince, to whether didst thou yeeld? To him in curtesie, to this perforce: He spake me faire, this other gaue me strokes: He promisde life, this other threatned death: He wan my loue, this other conquerd me: And truth to say I yeeld my selfe to both. But that I knaw your grace for iust and wise, And might seeme partiall in this difference, Infort by nature and by law of armes, My tongue should plead for young Horatios right. He hunted well that was a Lyons death, Not he that in a garment wore his skin: So Hares may pull dead Lyons by the beard. Content thee Marshall thou shalt haue no wrong, And for thy sake thy Sonne shall want no right. Will both abide the censure of my doome? I craue no better then your grace awards. Nor I, although I sit beside my right.