The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 37 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 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You mean to try my cunning than Hieronimo. But this will be a mere confusion, And hardly shall we all be understood. It must be so, for the conclusion Shall prove the invention, and all was good: And I myself in an Oration, That I will have there behind a curtain, And with a strange and wondrous show beside: Assure yourself shall make the matter known. And all shallbe concluded in one Scene, For there's no pleasure ta'en in tediousness. How like you this? Why thus my Lord we must resolve, To sooth his humours up. On then Hieronimo, farewell till soon. You'll ply this gear. I warrant you. Why so, now shall I see the fall of Babylon, Wrought by the heavens in this confusion. And if the world like not this tragedy, Hard is the hap of old Hieronimo. Tell me no more, O monstrous homicides, Since neither piety nor pity moves The King to justice or compassion: I will revenge myself upon this place, Where thus they murdered my beloved Son. Down with these branches and these loathsome bows, Of this unfortunate and fatal pine. Down with them Isabella, rent them up, And burn the roots from whence the rest is sprung: I will not leave a root, a stalk, a tree, A bow, a branch, a blossom, nor a leaf, No, not an herb within this garden Plot. Accursed complot of my misery, Fruitless for ever may this garden be. Barren the earth, and blissless whosoever, Imagines not to keep it unmanured: An Eastern wind commixed with noisome airs, Shall blast the plants and the young saplings, The earth with Serpents shallbe And passengers for fear to be infect, Shall stand aloof, and looking at it, tell There murdered died the son of Isabell. I here he dide, and here I him embrace, See where his Ghost solicits with his wounds, Revenge on her that should revenge his death, Hieronimo make haste to see thy son, For sorrow and despair hath scited me, To hear Horatio plead with Rhadamant, Make haste, Hieronimo to hold excused. Thy negligence in pursuit of their deaths, Whose hateful wrath bereaved him of his breath. Ah nay, thou dost delay their deaths, Forgives the murderers of thy noble son, And none but I bestir me to no end, And as I curse this tree from further fruit, So shall my womb be cursed for his sake, And with this weapon will I wound the breast, The hapless breast that gave Horatio suck. How now Hieronimo where's your fellows, That you take all this pain? O sir, it is for the author's credit, To look that all things may go well: But good my Lord let me entreat your grace, To give the King the copy of the play: This is the argument of what we show. I will Hieronimo. One thing more my good Lord. What's that? Let me entreat your grace, That when the train are passed into the gallery, You would vouchsafe to throw me down the key. I will Hieronimo.
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You meane to trye my cunning then Hieronimo. But this will be a meere confusion, And hardly shall we all be vnderstoode. It must be so, for the conclusion Shall proue the inuention, and all was good: And I my selfe in an Oration, That I will haue there behinde a curtaine, And with a strange and wondrous shew besides: Assure your selfe shall make the matter knowne. And all shalbe concluded in one Scene, For theres no pleasure tane in tediousnes. How like you this? Why thus my Lord we must resolue, To soothe his humors vp. On then Hieronimo, farewell till soone. Youle plie this geere. I warrant you. Why so, now shall I see the fall of Babilon, Wrought by the heauens in this confusion. And if the world like not this tragedie, Hard is the hap of olde Hieronimo. Tell me no more, O monstrous homicides, Since neither pietie nor pittie moues The King to iustice or compassion: I will reuenge my selfe vpon this place, Where thus they murdered my beloued Sonne. Downe with these branches and thse loathsome bowes, Of this vnfortunate and fatall pine. Downe with them Isabella, ent them vp, And burne the roots from whence the rest is sprung: I will not leaue a root, a stalke, a tree, A bowe, a branch, a blossome, nor a leafe, No, not an hearb within this garden Plot. Accursed complot of my miserie, Fruitlesse for euer may this garden be. Barren the earth, and blislesse whosoeuer, Immagines not to keep it vnmanurde: An Easterne winde comixt with noisome aires, Shall blast the plants and the yong saplings, The earth with Serpents shalb stered, And passengers for feare to be infect, Shall stand aloofe, and looking at it, tell There murdred dide the sonne of Isabell. I heere he dide, and heere I him imbrace, See where his Ghoast solicites with his wounds, Reuenge on her that should reuenge his death, Hieronimo make haste to see thy sonne, For sorrow and dispaire hath scited me, To heare Horatio plead with Radamant, Make haste, Hieronimo to holde excusde. Thy negligence in pursute of their deaths, Whose hatefull wrath bereu'd him of his breath▪ Ah nay, thou dost delay their deaths, Forgiues the murderers of thy noble sonne, And none but I bestirre me to no end, And as I cursse this tree from further fruit, So shall my wombe be cursed for his sake, And with this weapon will I wound the brest, The haples brest that gaue Horatio suck. How now Hieronio wheres your fellows, That you take all this paine? O sir, it is for the Authors credit, To look that all things may goe well: But good my Lord let me intreat your grace, To giue the King the coppie of the plaie: This is the argument of what we shew. I will Hieronimo. One thing more my good Lord. Whats that? Let me intreat your grace, That when the traine are past into the gallerie, You would vouchsafe o throwe me downe the key. I will Hieronimo.