The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 27 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Pray you which is the next way to my L. the Dukes. The next way from me. To his house we mean. O hard by, 'tis yond house that you see. You could not tell us, if his Son were there. Who, my Lord Lorenzo? I Sir. He goeth in at one door and comes out at another. Oh forbear, for other talk for us far fitter were. But if you be importunate to know, The way to him, and where to find him out, Then list to me, and I'll resolve your doubt. There is a path upon your left hand side, That leadeth from a guilty conscience, Unto a forest of distrust and fear. A darksome place and dangerous to pass, There shall you meet with melancholy thoughts, Whose baleful humours if you but uphold, It will conduct you to despair and death: Whose rocky cliffs, when you have once beheld, Within a hugy dale of lasting night, That kindled with the world's iniquities, Doth cast up filthy and detested fumes. Not far from thence where murderers have built, A habitation for their cursed souls: There in a brazen cauldron fixed by Jove, In his fell wrath upon a sulphur flame: yourselves shall find Lorenzo bathing him, In boiling lead and blood of innocents. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha: why ha, ha, ha. Farewell good ha, ha, ha. Doubtless this man is passing lunatic, Or imperfection of his age doth make him dote. Come, let's away to seek my Lord the Duke. Now Sir, perhaps I come and see the King, The King sees me, and fain would hear my suit. Why is not this a strange and seld seen thing. That standers by with toys should strike me mute. Go too, I see their shifts, and say no more, Hieronimo, 'tis time for thee to trudge. Down by the dale that flows with purple gore, Standeth a fiery Tower, there sits a judge, Upon a seat of steel and molten brass: And twixt his teeth he holds a firebrand, That leads unto the lake where hell doth stand. Away Hieronimo to him be gone: he'll do thee justice for Horatio's death. Turn down this path thou shalt be with him strait, Or this, and then thou needst not take thy breath. This way, or that way: soft and fair, not so: For if I hang or kill myself, let's know Who will revenge Horatio's murder then? No, no, fie no: pardon me, i'll none of that: This way i'll take, and this way comes the King, And here I'll have a fling at him that's flat. And Balthazar I'll be with thee to bring, And thee Lorenzo, here's the King, nay, stay, And here, I here, there goes the hare away. Now show Ambassador what our Viceroy saith, Hath he received the articles we sent? justice, O justice to Hieronimo. Back, seest thou not the King is busy? O, is he so. Who is he that interrupts our business? Not I, Hieronimo beware, go by, go by.
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Pray you which is the next way to my L. the Dukes. The next way from me. To his house we meane. O hard by, tis yon house that you see. You could not tell vs, if his Sonne were there. Who, my Lord Lorenzo? I Sir. He goeth in at one doore and comes out at another. Oh forbeare, for other talke for vs far fitter were. But if you be importunate to know, The way to him, and where to finde him out, Then list to me, and Ile resolue your doubt. There is a path vpon your left hand side, That leadeth from a guiltie conscience, Vnto a forrest of distrust and feare. A darkesome place and dangerous to passe, There shall you meet with melancholly thoughts, Whose balefull humours if you but vpholde, It will conduct you to dispaire and death: Whose rockie cliffes, when you haue once behelde, Within a hugie dale of lasting night, That kind'ed with the worlds iniquities, Doth cast vp filthy and detested fumes. Not far from thence where murderers haue built, A habitation for their cursed soules: There in a brazen Caldron fixt by Ioe, In his fell wrath vpon a sulpher flame: Your selues shall finde Lorenzo bathing him, In boyling lead and blood of innocents. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha: why ha, ha, ha. Farewell good ha, ha, ha. Doubtles this man is passing lunaticke, Or imperfection of his age doth make him dote. Come, lets away to seek my Lord the Duke. Now Sir, perhaps I come and see the King, The King sees me, and faine would heare my sute. Why is not this a strange and seld seene thing. That standers by with toyes should strike me mute. Go too, I see their shifts, and say no more, Hieronimo, tis time for thee to trudge. Downe by the dale that flowes with purple gore, Standeth a firie Tower, there sits a iudge, Vpon a seat of steele and molten brasse: And twixt his teeth he holdes a fire-brand, That leades vnto the lake where hell doth stand. Away Hieronimo to him be gone: Heele doe thee iustice for Horatios death. Turne down this path thou shalt be with him straite, Or this, and then thou needst not take thy breth. This way, or that way: soft and faire, not so: For if I hang or kill my selfe, lets know Who will reuenge Horatios murther then? No, no, fie no: pardon me, ile none of that: This way ile take, and this way comes the King, And heere Ile haue a fling at him thats flat. And Baltbazar ile be with thee to bring, And thee Lorenzo, heeres the King, nay, stay, And heere, I heere, there goes the hare away. Now shew Embassadour what our Viceroy saith, Hath hee receiu'd the articles we sent? Iustice, O iustice to Hieronimo. Back, seest thou not the King is busie? O, is he so. Who is he that interrupts our busines? Not I, Hieronimo beware, goe by, goe by.