The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 18 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
For want of ink receive this bloody writ, Me hath my hapless brother hid from thee, Revenge thyself on Balthazar and him, For these were they that murdered thy Son. Hieronimo, revenge Horatio's death, And better fare than Bel-imperia doth. What means this unexpected miracle? My Son slain by Lorenzo and the Prince. What cause had they Horatio to malign? Or what might move thee Bel-imperia, To accuse thy brother, had he been the mean? Hieronimo beware, thou art betrayed, And to entrap thy life this train is laid. Advise thee therefore, be not credulous: This is devised to endanger thee, That thou by this Lorenzo shouldst accuse, And he for thy dishonour done, should draw Thy life in question; and thy name in hate. Dear was the life of my beloved Son, And of his death behoves me be revenged: Then hazard not thine own Hieronimo, But live t'effect thy resolution. I therefore will by circumstances try, What I can gather to confirm this writ, And hearkening near the Duke of Castiles house, Close if I can with Bel-imperia, To listen more, but nothing to bewray. Now Pedringano. Now Hieronimo. Where's thy Lady? I know not, here's my Lord. How now, whose's this, Hieronimo? My Lord. He asketh for my Lady Bel-imperia. What to do Hieronimo? The Duke my father hath Upon some disgrace a while removed her hence, But if it be aught I may inform her of, Tell me Hieronimo, and i'll let her know it. Nay, nay my Lord, I thank you, it shall not need, I had a suit unto her, but too late, And her disgrace makes me unfortunate. Why so Hieronimo? use me. Oh no my Lord, I dare not, it must not be. I humbly thank your Lordship. Why then farewell. My grief no heart, my thoughts no tongue can tell. Come hither Pedringano, seest thou this? My Lord, I see it, and suspect it too. This is that damned villain Serberine, That hath I fear revealed Horatio's death. My Lord, he could not, 'twas so lately done, And since he hath not lest my company. Admit he have not, his conditions such, As fear of flattering words may make him false. I know his humour, and there with repent, That ere I used him in this enterprise. But Pedringano, to prevent the worst, And cause I know thee secret as my soul, Here for thy further satisfaction take thou this. Gives him more gold. And hearken to me, thus it is devised: This night thou must, and prithee so resolve, Meet Serberine at S. Liugi's Park, Thou knowest 'tis here hard by behind the house, There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure, For die he must, if we do mean to live. But how shall Serberine be there my Lord? Let me alone, i'll send to him to meet The Prince and me, where thou must do this deed.
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For want of incke receiue this bloudie writ, Me hath my haples brother hid from thee, Reuenge thy selfe on Balthazar and him, For these were they that murdred thy Sonne. Hieronimo, reuenge Horatios death, And better fare then Bel-imperia doth. What meanes this vnexpected miracle? My Sonne slaine by Lorenzo and the Prince. What cause had they Horatio to maligne? Or what might mooue thee Bel-imperia, To accuse thy brother, had he beene the meane? Hieronimo beware, thou art betraide, And to intrap thy life this traine is laide. Aduise thee therefore, be not credulous: This is deuised to endanger thee, That thou by this Lorenzo shouldst accuse, And he for thy dishonour done, should draw Thy life in question; and thy name in hate. Deare was the life of my beloued Sonne, And of his death behoues me be reueng'd: Then hazard not thine owne Hieronimo, But liue t'effect thy resolution. I therefore will by circumstances trie, What I can gather to confirme this writ, And harkning neere the Duke of Castiles house, Close if I can with Belimperia, To listen more, but nothing to bewray. Now Pedringano. Now Hieronimo. Wheres thy Lady? I know not, heers my Lord. How now, whose this, Hieronimo? My Lord. He asketh for my Lady Bel-imperia. What to doo Hieronimo? The Duke my father hath Vpon some disgrace a while remoou'd her hence, But if it be ought I may enforme her of, Tell me Hieronimo, and ile let her know it. Nay, nay my Lord, I thank you, it shall not need, I had a sute vnto her, but too late, And her disgrace makes me vnfortunate. Why so Hieronimo? vse me. Oh no my Lord, I dare not, it must not be. I humbly thank your Lordship. Why then farewell. My griefe no hart, my thoughts no tung can tell. Come hither Pedringano, seest thou this? My Lord, I see it, and suspect it too. This is that damned villain Serberine, That hath I feare reuealde Horatios death. My Lord, he could not, twas so lately done, And since he hath not lest my company. Admit he haue not, his conditions such, As feare of flattering words may make him false. I know his humour, and there with repent, That ere I vsde him in this enterprise. But Pedringano, to preuent the worst, And cuse I know thee secret as my soule, Heere for thy further satisfaction take thou this. Giues him more golde. And harken to me, thus it is deuisde: This night thou must, and prethee so resolue, Meet Serberine at S. Liugis Parke, Thou knowest tis heere hard by behinde the house, There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure, For dye he must, if we do meane to liue. But how shall Serberine be there my Lord? Let me alone, ile send to him to meet The Prince and me, where thou must doe this deed.