The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 34 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.85 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
And that I hope old grudges are forgot. What else, it were a shame it should not be so. Come on Hieronimo at my request, Let us entreat your company today. your Lordships to command, Pha: keep your way. Chi mi sa? Pui Correzza Che non sule Tradito viha otrade vule. Awake Erichtha, Cerberus awake, Solicit Pluto gentle Proserpine, To combat Achinon and Ericus in hell. For near by Styx and Phlegeton: Nor ferried Charon to the fiery lakes, Such fearful sights, as poor Andrea see? Revenge awake. Awake, for why? Awake Revenge, for thou art ill advised, Th●sleepe, away, what, thou art warned to watch. Content thyself, and do not trouble me. Awake Revenge, if love as love hath had, Have yet the power or prevailance in hell, Hieronimo with Lorenzo is joined in league, And intercepts our passage to revenge: Awake Revenge, or we are woebegone. Thus worldlings ground what they have dreamt upon, Content thyself Andrea, though I sleep, Yet is my mood soliciting their souls, Sufficeth thee that poor Hieronimo, Cannot forget his son Horatio. Nor dies Revenge although he sleep a while, For in unquiet, quietness is feigned: And slumbering is a common worldly wile, Behold Andrea for an instance how, Revenge hath slept, and then imagine thou, What 'tis to be subject to destiny. Awake Revenge, reveal this mystery. The two first the nuptial torch's boar, As brightly burning as the midday's sun: But after them doth Hymen hie as fast, Clothed in sable, and a Saffron rob, And blows them out, and quencheth them with blood, As discontent that things continue so. Sufficeth me thy meanings understood, And thanks to thee and those infernal powers, That will not tolerate a lovers woe, Rest thee for I will sit to see the rest. Then argue not for thou hast thy request. IS this the love thou bear'st Horatio? Is this the kindness that thou counterfeits, Are these the fruits of thine incessant tears? Hieronimo, are these thy passions? Thy protestations, and thy deep laments, That thou wert wont to weary men withal. O unkind Father, O deceitful world, With what excuses canst thou show thyself? With what dishonour, and the hate of men, From this dishonour and the hate of men: Thus to neglect the loss and life of him, Whom both my letters, and thine own belief, Assures thee to be causeless slaughtered. Hieronimo, for shame Hieronimo: Be not a History to after times, Of such in gratitude unto thy Son. Unhappy Mothers of such children then, But monstrous Fathers, to forget so soon The death of those, whom they with care and cost Have tendered so, thus careless should be lost. myself a stranger in respect of thee, So loved his life, as still I wish their deaths, Nor shall his death be unrevenged by me. Although I bear it out for fashion's sake: For here I swear in sight of heaven and earth, Shouldst thou neglect the love thou shouldst retain, And give it over and devise no more, myself should send their hateful souls to hell, That wrought his downfall with extremest death.
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And that I hope olde grudges are forgot. What els, it were a shame it shonld not be so. Come on Hieronimo at my request, Let vs entreat your company to day. Yor Lordships to commaund, Pha: keep your way. Chi mfa? Pui Correzza Che non sule Tradito viha otrade vule. Awake Erictha, Cerberus awake, Sollicite Pluto gentle Proerpine, To combat Achinon and Ericus in hell. For neere by Stix and Phlegeton: Nor ferried Caron to the fierie laks, Such fearfull sights, as poore Andrea se? Reenge awake. Awake, for why? Awake Reuenge, for thou art ill aduisde, Thsleepe, away, what, thou art warnd to watch. Content thy selfe, and doe not trouble me. Awake Reuenge, if loue as loue hath had, Haue yet the power or preuailance in hell, Hieronimo with Lorenzo is ioynde in league, And intercepts our passage to reuenge: Awake Reuenge, or we are woe degone. Thus worldlings ground what they haue dreamd vpon, Content thy selfe Andrea, though I sleepe, Yet is my mood soliciting their soules, Sufficeth thee that poore Hieronimo, Cannot forget his sonne Horatio. Nor dies Reuenge although he sleepe a while, For in vnquiet, quietnes is faind: And slumbring is a common worldly wile, Beholde Andrea for an instance how, Reuenge hath slept, and then imagine thou, What tis to be subiect to destinie. Awake Reuenge, reueale this misterie. The two first the nuptiall Torches boare, As brightly burning as the mid-daies sunne: But after them doth Himen hie as fast, Clothed in able, and a Saffron robe, And blowes them out, and quencheth them with blood, As discontent that things continue so. Sufficeth me thy meanings vnderstood, And thanks to thee and those infernall powers, That will not tollerate a Louers woe, Rest thee for I will sit to see the rest. Then argue not for thou hast thy request. IS this the loue thou bearst Horatio? Is this the kindnes that thou counterfeits, Are these the fruits of thine incessant teares? Hieronimo, are these thy passions? Thy protestations, and thy deepe laments, That thou wert wont to wearie men withall. O vnkind Father, O deceitfull world, With what excuses canst thou shew thy selfe? With what dishonour, and the hate of men, From this dishonour and the hate of men: Thus to neglect the losse and life of him, Whom both my letters, and thine owne beliefe, Assures thee to be causles slaughtered. Hieronimo, for shame Hieronimo: Be not a History to after times, Of such in gratitude vnto thy Sonne. Vnhappy Mothers of such children then, But monstrous Fathers, to forget so soone The death of those, whom they with care and cost Haue tendred so, thus careles should be lost. My selfe a stranger in respect of thee, So loued his life, as still I wish their deathes, Nor shall his death be vnreuengd by me. Although I beare it out for fashions sake: For heere I sweare in sight of heauen and earth, Shouldst thou neglect the loue thou shouldst retaine, And giue it ouer and deuise no more, My selfe should send their hatefull soules to hel, That wrought his downfall with extreamest death.