The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 28 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 · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Renowned King he hath received and read, Thy kingly proffers, and thy promised league, And as a man extremely overjoyed, To hear his Son so Princely entertained, Whose death he had so solemnly bewailed. This for thy further satisfaction, And kingly love, he kindly lets thee know: First, for the marriage of his Princely Son, With Bel-imperia thy beloved Niece, The news are more delightful to his soul, Than myrrh or incense to the offended heavens. In person therefore will he come himself, To see the marriage rites solemnized, And in the presence of the Court of Spain, To knit a sure inexecrable band, Of Kingly love, and everlasting league, Betwixt the Crowns of Spain and Portingale. There will he give his Crown to Balthazar, And make a Queen of Bel-imperia. Brother, how like you this our Viceroys love? No doubt my Lord, it is an argument Of honourable care to keep his friend, And wondrous zeal to Balthazar his son? Nor am I least indebted to his grace, That bends his liking to my daughter thus. Now last (dread Lord) here hath his highness sent, Although he send not that his Son return, His ransom due to Don Horatio. Horatio, who calls Horatio? And well remembered, thank his Majesty. Here, see it given to Horatio. justice, O justice, justice, gentle King. Who is that? Hieronimo? justice, O justice, O my son, my son, My Son whom nought can ransom or redeem. Hieronimo, you are not well advised. A way Lorenzo hinder me no more, For thou hast made me bankrupt of my bliss: Give me my son, you shall not ransom him. Away, i'll rip the bowels of the earth, And Ferry over to th'elysian plains, And bring my Son to show his deadly wounds. Stand from about me, i'll make a pickaxe of my poniard, And here surrender up my Marshalship: For I'll go marshal up the fiends in hell, To be avenged on you all for this. What means this outrage? will none of you restrain his fury? Nay soft and fair, you shall not need to strive, Needs must he go that the devils drive. What accident hath happed Hieronimo? I have not seen him to demean him so. My gracious Lord, he is with extreme pride, Conceived of young Horatio his Son, And covetous of having to himself, The ransom of the young Prince Balthazar. Distract and in a manner lunatic. Believe me Nephew we are sorry for't, This is the love that Fathers bear their sons: But gentle brother, go give to him this gold, The PRINCE's ransom, let him have his due, For what he hath Horatio shall not want, Happily Hieronimo hath need thereof. But if he be thus helplessly distract, 'tis requisite his office be resigned, And given to one of more discretion. We shall increase his melancholy so. 'tis best that we see further in it first: Till when, ourself will exempt the place. And Brother, now bring in the Ambassador, That he may be a witness of the match. Twixt Balthazar and Bel-imperia. And that we may prefix a certain time. Wherein the marriage shallbe solemnized, That we may have thy Lord the Viceroy here.
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Renowned King he hath receiued and read, Thy kingly proffers, and thy promist league, And as a man extreamely ouer-ioyd, To heare his Sonne so Princely entertainde, Whose death he had so solemnely bewailde. This for thy further satisfaction, And kingly loue, he kindely lets thee know: First, for the marriage of his Princely Sonne, With Bel-imperia thy beloued Neece, The newes are more delightfull to his soule, Then myrrh or incense to the offended heauens. In person therefore will he come himselfe, To see the marriage rites solemnized, And in the presence of the Court of Spaine, To knit a sure inexecrable band, Of Kingly loue, and euerlasting league, Betwixt the Crownes of Spaine and Portingale. There will he giue his Crowne to Balthazar, And make a Queene of Bel-imperia. Brother, how like you this our Vice-roies loue? No doubt my Lord, it is an argument Of honorable care to keepe his freend, And wondrous zeale to Balthazar his sonne? Nor am I least indebted to his graee, That bends his liking to my daughter thus. Now last (dread Lord) heer hath his highnes sent, Although he send not that his Sonne returne, His ransome due to Don Horatio. Horatio, who cals Horatio? And well remembred, thank his Maiestie. Heere, see it giuen to Horatio. Iustice, O iustice, iustice, gentle King. Who is that? Hieronimo? Iustice, O iustice, O my sonne, my sonne, My Sonne whom naught can ransome or redeem. Hieronimo, you are not well aduisde. A way Lorenzo hinder me no more, For thou hast made me bankrupt of my blisse: Giue me my sonne, you shall not ransome him. Away, ile rip the bowels of the earth, And Ferrie ouer to th'Elizian plaines, And bring my Sonne to shew his deadly wounds. Stand from about me, ile make a pickaxe of my poniard, And heere surrender vp my Marshalship: For Ile goe marshall vp the feends in hell, To be auenged on you all for this. What meanes this outrage? will none of you restraine his fury? Nay soft and faire, you shall not need to striue, Needs must he goe that the diuels driue. What accident hath hapt Hieronimo? I haue not seene him to demeane him so. My gratious Lord, he is with extreame pride, Conceiued of yong Horatio his Sonne, And couetous of hauing to himselfe, The ransome of the yong Prince Balhazar. Distract and in a manner lunatick. Beleeue me Nephew we are sorie fort, This is the loue that Fathers beare their sonnes: But gentle brother, goe giue to him this golde, The Princes raunsome, let him haue his due, For what he hath Hor shall not want, Happily Hieronimo hath need thereof. But if he be thus helplesy distract, Tis requisite his office be resignde, And giuen to one of more discretion. We shall encrease his molanchollie so. Tis best that we see further in it first: Till when, our selfe will exempt the place. And Brother, now bring in the Embassador, That he may be a witnes of the match. Twixt Balthazar and Bel-imperia. And that we may prefixe a certaine time. Wherein the marriage shalbe solemnized, That we may haue thy Lord the Vice-roy heere.