THE FIRST PART of jeronimo, With the Wars of Portugal, and the life and death of Don Andraea.  
Printed at London for Thomas Pauyer, and are to be sold at his shop, at the entrance into the Exchange 1605.   

The First Part of jeronimo.  Sound a Signate and pass over the stage. Enter at one door The king of Spain, Duke of Castile, Duke medina, Lorenzo, and Rogero: at another door, Andrea, Horatio, and jeronimo, jeronimo kneels down, and the King creates him marshal of Spain: Lorenzo putes on his spurs, and Andrea his sword, the king goes along with jeronimo to his house, after a long Signate is sounded: Enter all the nobles, with covered dishes to the banquet. Exit Omnes. That done Enter all again as before. Spai. 
Frolic jeronimo, thou art now confirmed,  
martial of Spain, by all the dews  
And customary rights unto thy office.  Iero. 
My knee sings thanks unto your highness bounty,  
Come hither boy Horatio; fold thy joints;  
Kneel by thy father's loins, and thank my liege,  
by honouring me, thy Mother, and thyself,  
with this high staff of office.  Hora. 
O my liege I have a heart thrice stronger than my years,  
and that shall answer gratefully for me.  
Let not my youthful blush impair my valour,  
If ever you have foes, or red field scars,  
I'll empty all my veins to serve your wars:  
I'll bleed for you: and more, what speech affords,  
i'll speak in drops when I do fail in words.  Iero. 
well spoke my boy, and on thy father's side.  
My liege how like you Don Horatio's spirit,  
what, doth it not promise fair,  Spai. 
ay, and no doubt his merit will purchase more,  
Knight Marshall rise, and still rise  
Higher, and greater in thy sovereign's eyes.  Iero. 
O fortunate hour, blessed minute, happy day,  
Able to ravish even my sense away;  
Now I remember too: O sweet remembrance,  
This day my years strike fifty, and in Rome,  
They call the fifty year the year of jubilee,  
The merry year, the peaceful year, jocund year,  
A year of joy, of pleasure and delight,  
This shallbe my year of jubilee, for 'tis my fifty.  
Age ushers honour, 'tis no shame, confess;  
Beard, thou art fifty full, not a hair less.  Enter an Ambassador. Spai. 
How now, what news from spain, tribute returned.  Embas. 
Tribute in words my liege, but not in coin.  Spai. 
Ha: dare he still procrastinate with Spain,  
Not tribute paid, not three years paid,  
'tis not at his coin  
But his slack homage, that we most repine.  Iero. 
My liege, if my opinion might stand firm  
Within your highness thoughts:  Spai. 
Marshall, our kingdom calls thee father:  
Therefore speak free▪  
Thy counsel i'll embrace, as I do thee.  Iero. 
I thank your highness: than my Gracious liege,  
I hold it meet by way of Embassage,  
To demand his mind, and the neglect of tribute:  
But my liege here must be kind words,  
Which doth oft besiege the ears of rough  
hewn tyrants more than blows.  
Oh, a politic speech beguiles the ears of foes,  
Mary my liege mistake me not I pray,  
If friendly phrases, honeyed speech, bewitching accent,  
Well tuned melody, and all sweet gifts of nature,  
Cannot avail or win him to it,  
Then let him raise his gall up to his tongue,  
And be as bitter as physicians drugs,  
Stretch his mouth wider, with big swollen phrases:  
Oh here's a Lad of mettle, stout Don Andrea,  
Mettle to the crown  
Would shake the kings high court three handfuls down.  Spai. 
And well picked out knight Marshall,  
Speech well strung,  
I'd rather choose Horatio, were he not so young.  Hora. 
I humbly thank your highness,  
In placing me next unto his royal bosom.  Spai. 
How stand ye Lords to this election.  Omnes 
Right pleasing our dread Sovereign,  Medi. 
Only with pardon mighty Sovereign.  Casti. 
I should have chose Don Lorenzo.  
I DONE Rogero,  Rog. 
O no, not me my Lords;  
I am war's Champion, and my fees are swords,  
Pray king, pray peers, let it be Don Andrea,  
he's a worthy limb,  
Loves wars and Soldiers therefore I love him.  Iero. 
And I love him, and thee valiant Rogero,  
Noble spirits, gallant bloods,  
Your no wise insinuating Lords,  
You ha' no tricks, you ha' none of all their slights.  Lo. 
So, so, Andrea must be sent ambassador,  
Lorenzo is not thought upon: good.  
I'll wake the Court, or startle out some blood.  Spai. 
How stand you Lords to this election?  Omnes. 
Right pleasing our dread Sovereign.  Spai. 
then Don Andrea.  Add. 
My approved liege.  spai. 
We make thee our Lord high ambassador.  and 
Your highness circles me with honours bounds,  
I still discharge the weight of your command,  
with best respect, ay friendly tempered phrase,  
Cannot affect the virtue of your charge,  
I will be hard like thunder, and as rough,  
as Northern tempests, or the vexed bowels,  
Of too insulting waves, who at one blow,  
Five merchants wealths into the deep doth throw,  
i'll threaten crimson wars.  Roge. 
ay, ay, that's good;  
Let them keep coin, pay tribute with their blood.  spai. 
Farewell than don Andrea, to thy charged:  
Lords letes in, joy shallbe now our guest,  
Let's in to celebrate our second feast.  Exit Omnes. manet Lorenzo Solus. Lor. 
Andrea's gone ambassador;  
Lorenza is not dreamt on in this age,  
Hard fate,  
when villains sit not in the highest state  
Ambitions plumes that flourished in our court,  
Severe authority has dashed with justice;  
And policy, and pride, walk like two exiles  
Giving attendance, that were once attended;  
and we rejected that were once high honoured,  
I hate andrea, cause he aims at honour,  
when my purest thoughts, work in a pitchy vale,  
which are as different as heaven and hell,  
One peers for day, the other gaps for night.  
That yawning Beldame with her jesty skin,  
'tis she I hug as mine effeminate bride,  
For such complexions best appease my pride:  
I have a lad in pickle of this stamp,  
A melancholy discontented courtier  
Whose famished jaws look like the chap of death  
Upon whose eye brows hang damnation,  
Whose hands are washed in rape, and murders bold,  
Him with a golden bait will I allure,  
For Courtiers will do any thing for gold,  
To be Andrea's death at his return:  
He loves my Sister; that shall cost his life,  
So she a husband, he shall lose a wife,  
O sweet, sweet policy, I hug thee, good:  
Andreas hymen's draft, shallbe in blood.  Exit. Enter Horatio at one door, Andrea at another. Hora. 
Whether in such haste my second self.  And. 
I'faith my dear bosom, to take solemn leave,  
Of a most weeping creature.  Hora. 
That's a woman.  Enter Bellimperia. And. 
That's Bellimperia.  Hora. 
See see, she meets you here:  
And what it is to love? And be loved dear,  Bell. 
I have heard of your honour, gentle breast,  
I do not like it now so well methinks.  And. 
What, not to have honour bestowed on me.  Bell. 
O yes: But not a wandering honour dear,  
I could afford well didst thou stay here,  
Could honour melt itself into thy veins,  
And thou the fountain, I could wish it so,  
If thou wouldst remain here with me: and not go.  And. 
'tis but to Portugal.  hora. 
But to demand the tribute Lady.  Bel. 
Tribute, alas that Spain, cannot of peace  
Forbear, a little coin, the Indies being so near,  
And yet this is not all: I know you are too hot,  
to full of spleen or an ambassador,  
And will lean much to honour.  and 
Push.  Bel. 
Nay hear me dear I know you will be rough  
And violent, and portingale hath a tempestus son,  
Stamped with the mark of fury, and you too.  and 
Sweet Bellimperia.  Bel. 
we'll meet like thunder, each imperious over  
others' spleen, you have both proud spirits, and both will  
strive to aspire, when two vexed Clouds justle they strike  
Out fire, and you I fear me war, which peace forfend,  
O dear andrea pray, let's have no wars,  
First let them pay the soldiers, that were maimed  
In the last battle, ere more wretches fall,  
Or walk on stilts to timeless Funeral.  and 
Respective dear, O my lives happiness,  
the joy of all my being, do not shape  
Frightful conceit beyond the intent of act,  
I know thy love is vigilant o'er my blood,  
And fears ill fate which heaven hath yet withstood,  
But be of comfort, sweet Horatio knows,  
I go to knit friends, not to kindle foes.  Hor. 
true Madam Belimperia, that's his task  
the phrase he useth must be gently styled,  
the king hath warned him to be smooth and mild.  Bel. 
But will you indeed andrea.  and 
By this.  And 
By this lip blushing kiss.  Hora. 
O you swear sweetly.  Bel. 
I'll keep your oath for you tell you return.  
Then i'll be sure you shall not be forsworn.  Enter Pedringano. And. 
Ho Pedringano.  Ped. 
Signioro.  And. 
Are all things aboard.  Ped. 
They are my good Lord.  And. 
Then Bellimperia. I take leave: Horatio  
Be in my absence my dear self, chaste self,  
What playing the woman Bellimperia:  
Nay than you love me not, or at the least,  
You drown my honours in those flowing waters,  
Believe it Bellimperia, 'tis as common,  
To weep at parting, as to be a woman,  
Love me more valiant, play not this moist prize,  
Be woman in all parts, save in thy eyes:  
And so I leave thee.  Bel. 
Farewell my Lord:  
Be mindful of my love, and of your word.  And. 
'tis fixed upon my heart, adieu soul's friend.  Hora. 
All honour, one Andreas steps attend.  Bel. 
Yet he is in sight, & yet but now he's vanished.  Exit Andrea. Hora. 
Nay Lady if you stoop so much to passion, i'll call him back again.  Bel. 
O good Horatio, no: it is for honour prithee let him go.  Hora. 
Then Madam be composed as you wear wont,  
to music and delight, the time being Comic, will  
Seem short and pleasant, till his return  
From Portingale: and madam in this circle,  
Let your heart move,  
Honoured promotion is the sap of love.  Exit Omnes. Enter Lorenza and lazarotto, a discontented Courtier. lor. 
Come my soul's spaniel, my life's jetty substance,  
What's thy name?  laz. 
My names an honest name, a courtier's  
Name: 'tis lazarotto.  lor. 
What lazarotto.  laz. 
Or rather rotting in this lazy age, that  
Yields me no employments, I have mischief  
Within my breast more than my bulk can hold,  
I want a midwife to deliver it.  lor. 
I'll be the he one then, and rid thee soon  
Of this dull, leaden, and tormenting elf:  
Thou know'st the love betwixt Bellimperia and  
Andrea's bosom?  laz. 
ay, I do.  lor. 
How might I cross, it, my sweet mischief:  
Honey damnation how?  lo. 
Well: as many ways as there are paths to hell  
And that's enough i'faith: from usurers door  
There goes one path, from friars that nurse  
Whores, there goes another path: from broker's  
stalls, from rich that die and build no hospitals,  
Two other paths: from farmers that crack barns,  
With stuffing corn, yet starve the needy swarms,  
Another path: from drinking schools one, from  
Dicing houses, but from the court, none, none.  lor. 
Here is a slave just o' the stamp, I with:  
Whose suck-souls, blacker than his name,  
Though it stand printed with a ravens quill.  
But lazarotto cross, my sister's love, and i'll  
Rain showers of Ducats in thy palm.  laz. 
Oh Ducats, dainty ducks forgive me,  
Ducats, i'll fetch you duck enough or gold,  
And think males, the punk wanton and the  
Bawd to wink.  lor. 
Discharge, discharge, good lazaratto, how we  
May cross my Sisters loving hopes.  laz. 
Nay? now i'll tell you.  lor. 
Thou knowest Andrea's gone ambassador.  laz. 
The better there's opportunity now list to me.  Enter jeronimo, and Horatio, and over hears their talk. 
Alcario the duke Medina's son,  
Dotes on your Sister Bellimperia,  
Him in her private gallery you shall place,  
To court her, let his protestations be,  
Fashioned with rich jewels, for in love, great,  
Gifts and gold have the best tongue to move,  
Let him not spare an oath, without a jewel,  
To bind it fast: Oh I know women's hearts  
What stuff they are made of, my Lord:  
Gifts and giving, will melt the chastest  
Seeming female living.  lo. 
Indeed andrea is but poor, though honourable,  
His bounty amongst soldiers soaks him dry,  
And there over great gifts may bewitch her eye.  Iero. 
here's no fine villainy, no damned brother?  lo. 
But say she should deny his gifts, be all  
Composed of hate, as my mind gives me,  
that she wool; what then?  Laz. 
Then thus: At his return to Spain, I'll  
Murder don Andrea.  Lo. 
darest thou spirit.  Laz. 
What dares not he do, that near hopes  
To Inherit.  Hora. 
He dares be damned like thee.  Laz. 
Dare I! Ha, ha, I have no hope of everlasting  
Height, my souls a moor you know salvations  
White, what dare not I enact then, tush, he dies;  
I will make way to Bel-imperia's eyes.  Lo. 
To weep I fear but not to tender love.  Haz. 
Why is she not a woman, she must weep  
A while as widows use till their first sleep▪  
Who in the morrow following will be sold to new,  
Before the first are thoroughly cold: So  
Bellimperia; For this is common, the more  
She weeps, the More she plays the woman.  Lo. 
Come then, howe'er it hap Andrea shall be crossed.  Haz. 
Let me alone, I'll turn him to a ghost.  Exit Lorenzo, and lazarotto, and Horatio. Manet jeronimo. Iero. 
Farewell true brace of villains,  
Come hither boy Horatio, didst thou hear them.  Hora. 
O my true breasted father, my ears have sucked  
In poison, deadly Poison, murder Andrea:  
O Inhuman practice, had not your reverend  
Years been present here, I should have  
poniarded the villains bowels, and showed his  
Soul out to Damnation, Murder Andrea:  
Honest lord: Impious villains.  Iero. 
I like thy true heart boy, thou lovest thy friend,  
It is the greatest argument and sign that I begot thee,  
For it shows thou art mine.  Hora. 
O father: 'tis a charitable deed,  
To prevent those that would make virtue bleed.  
I'll dispatch letters to don andrea,  
Unfold their hellish practice, damned intent,  
Against the virtuous rivers of his life?  
Murder andrea.  Enter Isabella. Iero. 
Peace: Who comes here: news, news Isaballa.  Isa. 
What news jeronimo?  Iero. 
Strange news, Lorenzo is become an honest man  Isa. 
Is this your wondrous news.  Iero. 
Is it not wondrous to have honesty in hell, go, tell  
It Abroad now, but see you put no new additions  
To it: as thus, shall I tell you gossip: Lorenzo,  
Is become an honest man: Beware, beware,  
For honesty spoken in derision points out knavery.  
O then take heed, that jest would not be trim,  
he's a great man, therefore we must not knave him.  
In gentle soul, I'll not be long away,  
As short my body, Short shallbe my stay.  Exit Isabell. Hora. 
Murder andrea: What blood sucking slave  
Could choke bright honour in a scabbard grave,  Iero. 
What harping still upon Andrea's death,  
Have courage boy: I shall prevent their plots,  
And make them both stand like too politic sots.  Hora. 
Lorenzo has a reach as far as hell,  
To hook the devil from his flaming cell:  
Oh sprightly father he'll out reach you then,  
Knaves, longer reaches have than honest men.  Iero. 
But boy fear not, I'll out stretch them all  
My minds a giant, though my bulk be full.  Exit omnis. Enter the king of Portingale Balthezer, alexandro, Donne Vollupo, and others: a peal of ordinance, within a great shout of people King. 
What is the meaning of this loud report  alex. 
An embas. my Lord is new arrived from Spain.  King. 
Son Balthezer we pray do you go meet him,  
And do him all the honour that belongs him.  Ball. 
Father my best endeavour shall obey you,  
Welcome worthy lord, Spain's choice ambassador,  
Brave stout, andrea, for so I guess thee.  Enter andrea. and 
Portugalles heir I thank thee,  
Thou seems no les than what thou art, a prince:  
And an heroic spirit, Portugal's king,  
I kiss my hand, and tender on thy throne,  
My master's love, peace, and affection.  King. 
And we receive them, and thee worthy andrea;  
Thy master's hy pri●ed love unto our heart,  
Is welcome to his friend thou to our court.  and 
Thanks Portingale: My lords I had in charge  
At my depart from Spain this embassage,  
To put your breast in mind of tribute due  
Unto our master's kingdom, these three years  
Detained and kept back: and I sent to know,  
Whether neglect, or will detains it so.  King. 
Thus much return unto thy king andrea,  
We have with best advise thought of our state,  
And find it much dishonoured by base homage,  
I not deny but tribute hath been due to Spain,  
By our forefathers base captivity,  
Yet cannot raze out there successors merit:  
'tis said we shall not answer at next birth  
Our father's faults, in heaven, why then one earth:  
Which proves and shows that which they lost by base Captivity,  
We may redeem with honoured valiancy,  
We borrow nought, our kingdom is our own,  
He is a base king that pays rent for his throne.  And. 
Is this thy answer Portingale:  Bal. 
I Spain, a royal answer to, which I'll maintain.  Omnes. 
And all the peers of Portugal the like.  And. 
Then thus all Spain which but three minutes, ago was thy full friend, is now returned thy foe.  Ball. 
An excellent foe, we shall have scuffling good.  And. 
Thou shalt pay tribute, Portugal with blood.  Ball. 
Tribute for tribute then: And foes, for foes.  And. 
I bid you sudden wars.  Ball. 
I sudden blows, and that's as good as wars.  
Don, I'll not bate,  
An inch of courage nor a hair of fate,  
Pay tribute I with strokes.  And. 
I with strokes you shall  
Alas that Spain should correct Portugal.  Bal. 
Correct: O in that one word, such torments do,  
I feel that I could lash thy ribs with valiant steel.  and 
Prince Balthezer, shalls meet?  Bal. 
Meet don Andrea, yes in the battles Bowels:  
Here's my gage a never failing pawn.  
'twill keep his day his hour, nay minute: 'twill.  and 
Then thine, and this possess one quality.  Bal. 
O let them kiss, did I not understand thee noble  
Valiant, and worthy my sword society with thee,  
For all Spain's wealth, I'd not grasp hands,  
Meet Don andrea. I tell thee noble spirit,  
I'd wade up to the knees in blood,  
I'd make a bridge of spanish carcases  
to single thee, out of the gasping army.  and 
wilt thou prince: why even for that I love.  Bal. 
Tut, love me man when we have drunk,  
Hot blood together; wounds will tie  
an everlasting settled amity.  
And so shall thine.  and 
And thine.  Bal. 
What give no place?  and 
to whom.  Bal. 
to me.  and 
To thee: why should my face,  
that's placed above my mind,  
Fall under it.  Bal. 
I'll make thee yield,  and 
I when yond get me down,  
But I stand even yet, jump crown to crown.  Bal. 
darest thou?  and 
I dare.  Bal. 
I am all vexed.  And. 
I care not.  Bal. 
I shall forget the Law.  And. 
Do, do.  Bal. 
Shall I?  And. 
Spare not?  Bal. 
But thou wilt yield first.  and 
No.  Bal. 
O, I hug thee sort,  
the valianst spirit ere trod the Spanish court,  
Here let the rising of our hot blood set.  alex. 
My liege two nobler spirits never met.  Bal. 
Until we meet in purple, when our swords,  and 
Agreed, right valiant prince:  
Then Portugal this is thy resolute answer.  King. 
So return: it's so, we have bethought us what  
Tribute is, how poor that Monarch shoes,  
Who for his throne a yearly pension owes:  
And what our predecessors lost to Spain,  
We have fresh spirits that can renew it again.  and 
Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war,  
Many a new wound must gasp, through an old scar:  
So Portugal I leave thee.  King. 
ourself in person will see thee safe aboard:  
Come son, come Lords,  
In stead of tribute we must pay our swords.  Bal. 
Remember Don andrea that we meet.  and 
Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet.  Exit Omnes. Enter lorenza and alcario. lo. 
Do you affect my Sister.  alca. 
Affect, above affection: for her breast,  
Is my lives treasure, O entire  
Is the condition of my hot desire.  lo. 
Then this must be your plot,  
You know Andrea's gone ambassador,  
On whom my Sister Bellimperia,  
Casts her affection: you are in stature like him,  
Speech alike, and had you but his vestment  
On your back, there's no one living but would  
Swear 'twere he: therefore, sly policy must  
Be your guide, I have a suit just  
Of Andrea's, colours, proportioned in all parts,  
Nay 'twas his own: this suit within my closet,  
Shall you wear, and so disguised woe, sue, and  
Then at last.  alca. 
What.  Lor. 
Obtain my love.  alca. 
This falls out rare,  
In this disguise I may both wed, bed, and board her.  lor. 
You may you may? besides, within these few days  
he'll return.  alca. 
Till this be acted I in passion burn.  lor. 
All falls out for the purpose, all hits jump,  
The date of his embassage nigh expired,  
Gives strength unto our plot.  alca. 
True, true, all to the purpose.  lor. 
Moreover, I will buzz Andrea's Landing;  
which once but crept into the vulgar mouths,  
Is hurried here, and there, and sworn for troth,  
Think 'tis your love makes me create this guise,  
And willing hope to see your virtue rise.  alca. 
Lorenzo's bounty I do more enfold,  
Than the greatest mind of Indians' brightest gold.  lo. 
Come let us in, the next time you shall show,  
All Don andrea, not alcario.  Exit Omnes. Enter jeronimo trussing of his points, Horatio with pen and ink. Iero. 
Come pull the table this way, so 'tis well:  
Come write horatio write,  
This speedy letter must away tonight.  horatio folds the paper the contrary way. 
What fold paper that way, to a noble man,  
to Don andrea Spain's ambassador?  
Fie I am a ashamed to see it,  
Hast thou worn gowns in the University,  
Lost logic, sucked Philosophy,  
Eat Cues, drunk Cées, and cannot  
give A letter the right courtier's crest:  
O there's a kind of state,  
In every thing save in a Cuckold's pate,  
Fie, fie, horatio, what is your pen foul.  ho. 
No Father cleaner than Lorenzo's soul,  
That's dipped in ink made of an envious gall,  
else had my pen no cause to write at all.  Ier. 
signior andrea say.  ho. 
signior andrea.  Ier. 
'tis a villainous age this.  hor. 
'tis a villainous age this.  Ier. 
That a nobleman should be a knave, as  
Well as an Ostler.  ho. 
That a nobleman should be a knave, as  
Well as an Ostler.  Ier. 
Or a sergeant.  ho. 
Or a sergeant.  Ier. 
Or a Broker.  ho. 
Or a Broker.  Ier. 
Yet I speak not this of lorenzo,  
For he's an honest Lord.  ho. 
'sfoot, Father I'll not write him honest Lord.  Ier. 
take up thy pen, or i'll take up thee.  Ho. 
What right him honest Lord i'll not agree.  Ier. 
You'll take it up Sir.  Ho. 
well, well.  Ier. 
what went before, thou hast put me out; beshrew  
thy impudence or insolence.  Ho. 
Lorenzo's an honest Lord.  Ier. 
well Sir, and has hired one to murder you.  ho. 
O, I cry you mercy Father, meant you so.  Ier. 
Art thou a scholar Don horatio?  
And canst not aim at Figurative speech.  Hor. 
I pray you pardon me, 'twas but youths  
Hasty error.  Ier. 
Come read then?  Hor. 
And has hired one to murder you.  Ier. 
He means to send you to heaven, when  
You return from Portugal.  Ho. 
From Portugal.  Ier. 
Yet he's an honest Duke's son.  Ho. 
Yet he's an  Ier. 
But not the honest son of a Duke.  Ho. 
But not the honest.  Ier. 
O that villainy should be found in the great Chamber.  Ho. 
O that villainy.  Ier. 
And honesty in the bottom of the a seller.  Ho. 
And honesty.  Ier. 
If you'll be murdered you may?  Ho. 
If you'll be  Ier. 
If you be not, thank God, and jeronimo.  Ho. 
I you be not.  Ier. 
If you be, thank the devil and lorenzo.  Ho. 
If you be thank.  Ier. 
Thus hoping you will not be murdered and you Can choose.  Ho. 
Thus hoping you will.  Ier. 
Especially being warned before hand.  Ho. 
Especially  
I take my leave boy, Horatio, write leave,  
Bending in the hams like an old Courtier,  
Thy assured friend say, 'gainst lorenza and  
The devil, little jeronimo Marshal.  ho. 
jeronimo Marshal.  Ier. 
So now read it over.  ho. 
signior andrea 'tis a villainous age this,  
That a Nobleman should be a knave, as well  
As an Ostler: or a sergeant, or a broker, yet  
I speak not this of Lorenzo: he's an  
Honest Lord, and has hired one to murder you,  
When you return from Portugal, yet  
he's an honest Duke's son, but not the  
Honest son of a Duke? O that villainy  
Should be found in the great chamber, and honesty  
In the bottom of a seller.  Iero. 
True boy: there's a moral in that, as much  
To say knavery in the Court and honesty in a Cheese house.  Ho. 
If you'll be murdered you may: if you be  
Not thank God and jeronimo: if you be,  
Thank the devil & Lorenzo. Thus hoping  
You will not be murdered, and you can choose,  
Especially being warned before hand, I take my leave.  Ier. 
Horatio hast thou written leave bending in the  
Hams: enough like a Gentleman usher, 'sfoot  
No Horatio, thou hast made him straddle too much,  
Like a Frenchman, for shame put his legs closer  
Though it be painful.  Ho: 
So: 'tis done, 'tis done.  
Thy assured friend 'gainst Lorenza, and the devil,  
Little jeronimo, Marshall.  Enter Lorenzo, and Isabella. Isa. 
Yonder he is my Lord pray you speak to him.  Iero. 
Wax, wax Horatio: I had need wax two,  
Our foes will stride else over me and you?  Isa. 
he's writing a love letter to some Spanish Lady,  
And now he calls for wax to seal it.  lor. 
God save you good knight Marshal.  Ie. 
whose's this, my Lord lorenzo: welcome, welcome,  
Your the last man I thought on, save the devil.  
Much doth your presence grace our homely roof.  lor. 
O jeronimo, your wife condemns you of a uncourtesy  
And over passing wrong, and more she names  
Love letters which you send to spanish Dames.  Ier. 
Do you accuse me so kind Isabella.  Isa. 
Unkind jeronimo.  lor. 
And for my instance this in your hand is one.  Ier. 
In sooth my Lord there is no written name  
Of any Lady, then no spanish dame.  lor. 
If it were not so, you would not be afeard  
To read or show the waxed letter:  
Pray you let me behold it.  Ier. 
I pray you pardon me.  
I must confess my Lord, it treats of love,  
Love to andrea, I even to his very bosom.  lor. 
What news my Lord hear you from Portugal.  Ier. 
Who I, before your grace it must not be,  
The Badger feeds not till the lions served,  
Nor fits it news so soon kiss subjects,  
As the fair cheek of high authority:  
jeronimo lives much absent from the Court,  
And being absent, there lives from report.  lor. 
Farewell jeronimo.  Exit lorenzo and Isabella. Isa. 
welcome my Lord Lorenzo.  Ier. 
Boy thy mother's jealous of my love to her,  Hor. 
O she played us a wise part, now ten to one  
He had not over heard the letter read, just as he entered.  Ier. 
Though it had happened evil,  
He should have heard his name yoked with the devil,  
Here seal the letter with a loving knot,  
Send it with speed, Horatio linger not:  
That Don andrea, may prevent his death,  
And know his enemy by his envious breath.  Exit Omnes. Enter Lorenzo, and Alcario, disguised like Andrea. lor. 
Now by the honour of Castille's true house,  
You are as like andrea, part for part,  
as he is like himself: did I know you,  
By my cross I swear: I could not think you  
But Andrea's self, so legged, so faced, so  
speeched, so all in all: methinks, I should salute  
Your quick return and speedy haste from Portugal,  
Welcome fair Lord, worthy ambassador,  
Brave Don andrea, Oh I laugh to see  
How we shall jest at her mistaking thee.  alca. 
What have you given it out andrea is returned?  lo. 
'tis all about the court in every ear,  
And my invention, brought to me for news,  
Last night at supper, and which the more to cover,  
I took a bowl and quaffed a health to him,  
When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter,  
to think how soon report had scattered it.  alca. 
But is the villain Lazarotto acquainted with Our drift.  lo. 
Not for Spain's wealth,  
though he be secret, yet suspects the worst,  
For confidence confounds the stratagem,  
the fewer in a plot of jealousy,  
Build a foundation surest, when multitudes  
Makes it confused ere it come to head,  
Be secret then, trust not the open air,  
For air is breath, and breath blown words raise care:  
this is the gallery where she most frequents,  
Within this walk have I beheld her dally,  
With my shape's substance, O immortal powers.  
Lend your assistance, clap a silver tongue within  
This palate, that when I approach,  
Within the presence of this demi Goddess,  
I may possess an adamantic power,  
And so bewitch her with my honeyed speech,  
Have every syllable a music stop,  
that when I pause the melody may move,  
And hem persuasion 'tween her snowy paps  
that her heart hearing may relent and yield.  lor. 
Break of my Lord, see where she makes approach.  Enter Bellimperia. Alc. 
then fall into your former veins of terms:  lor. 
Welcome my Lord, welcome brave Don  
Andrea, Spain's best of spirit: what news,  
From Portugal tribute or war,  
But see my Sister Bellimperia comes,  
I will defer it till some other time,  
For company hinders louds conference.  Exit lorenzo. Bel. 
Welcome my life's self form, dear Don Andrea,  Alca. 
My words iterated gives thee as much,  
Welcome myself, of self.  Bel. 
What news Andrea? treats it peace or war?  Alea. 
At first they cried all war, as men resolved  
to lose both life and honour at one cast:  
At which I thundered words all clad in proof,  
Which struck amazement to their pauled speech,  
And tribute presently was yielded up.  
But madam Bellimperia leave we this,  
And talk of former suits and quests of love.  They whisper. Enter lazarotto. laz. 
'tis all about the Court Andreas come;  
Would I might greet him and I wonder much  
My Lord lorenzo is so slack in murder,  
Not to afford me notice all this while.  
Gold I am true I had my hire,  
And thou shalt have thy due:  
Wast possible to miss him so, soft, soft,  
this gallery leads to Bel-imperia's lodging,  
there he is sure, or will be sure I'll stay,  
the evening to begins to slubber day,  
Sweet opportuneful season here i'll lean,  
Like a court hound that licks fat trenchers clean.  Bel. 
But has the king partook your embassy.  Alca. 
that till tomorrow shall be now deferred.  Bel. 
Nay then you love me not,  
Let that be first dispatch,  She kisses him. Exit Bellimperia. 
till when receive this token.  Alca. 
I to the king with this unfaithful heart,  
It must not be, I play to false a part.  laz. 
Up lazarotto, yonder comes thy prize,  
Now lives Andrea, now Andrea dies.  lazarotto kills him. Alca. 
that villain lazarotto has killed me  
In stead of andrea.  Enter andrea, and Rogero, and other Roge. 
Welcome home Lord ambassador.  Alca. 
Oh, oh, oh.  and 
Whose groan was that, what frightful villains this,  
His sword unsheathed, whom hast thou murdered slave?  laz. 
Why Don, Don andrea?  And. 
No counterfeiting villain,  
He says my Lord that he hath murdered me.  Laz. 
I DONE Andrea, or else DONE the devil.  And. 
Lay hands one him, some rear up the bleeding  
Body to the light.  Roge. 
My Lord I think 'tis you, were you not here  
A man might swear 'twere you.  And. 
His garments ha' like mine, his face made like:  
An ominous horror, all my veins doth strike,  
Sure this pretends my death, this misery  
Aims at some fatal pointed tragedy.  Enter jeronimo and Horatio. Ier. 
Son Horatio see Andrea slain.  Hor. 
andrea slain, than weapon cling my breast.  and 
Live truest friend for ever loved and blessed.  Ho. 
Lives Don andrea.  and 
ay but slain in thought,  
To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought,  
Lords cannot you yet descry  
Who is the owner, of this red melting body.  Roge. 
My Lord it is alcario Duke Medina's son,  
I know him by this mould upon his breast.  Laz. 
alcario slain, hast thou beguiled me sword?  
Arm hast thou slain thy bountiful kind lord,  
Why then rot off, and drop upon the ground,  
Strew all the galleries with gobbets round.  Enter Lorenzo. Lo. 
Who names Alcario slain, it is Alcario,  
O cursed deed, couldst thou not see,  
But make the wrong man bleed.  Laz. 
'sfoot 'twas your fault my lord, you brought no word.  lor. 
Peace, no words, i'll get thy pardon.  
Why mum then.  Enter Bellimperia. Bel. 
Who names Andrea slain, O 'tis andrea,  
O I sound I die.  lor. 
Look to my Sister Bellimperia.  and 
Raise up my dear love, Bellimperia,  
O be of comfort sweet, call in thy spirits,  
Andrea lives O let not death beguile thee.  Bal. 
Are you Andrea.  and 
Do not forget, that was alcario  
My shapes counterfeit.  lor. 
Why speaks not this accursed damned villain.  laz. 
O good words my Lords, for those are courtiers veils,  
The king must hear why should I make  
Two tails, for to be sound in two,  
Before the king, I will resolve you all,  
This strange strange thing, I hot, yet missed,  
'twas I mistook my part.  Hor. 
I villain: for thou aim'st at this true heart.  Ier. 
Horatio, 'twas well as fortune stands,  
This letter came not to Andrea's hands.  Hor. 
'twas happiness indeed.  Bel. 
Was it not you Andrea questioned me 'bout love?  And. 
No Bellimperia, belike 'twas false Andrea,  
For the first object mine eyes met,  
Was that most accursed  
witch, I much fear me by all signs pretend  
Most doubtful wars and dangerous pointed ends,  
To light upon my blood.  Bel. 
Angels of heaven forfend it.  And. 
Some take up the body, others take charge  
Of that accursed villain.  lor. 
My Lord leave that to me; i'll look to him.  Ier, 
Mark, mark, Horatio: a villain guard a villain.  and 
The king may think my news is a bad guest,  
When the first object is a bleeding breast.  Exit Omnes. Enter King of Spain, Castile, Medina, Rogero, and others, a dead march within. King. 
My Lords, what heavy sounds are these?  
Nearer, and nearer, ha andrea the forerunner  
Of these news, nay then I fear Spain's  
Inevitable ill  
Ha andrea speak, what news from Portugal?  
What is tribute paid: peace, or wars.  and 
Wars my dread liege.  king. 
Why then that bleeding object  
doth presage what shall hereafter follow:  
What's he that lies there slain, or hurt,  
Or both: speak?  and 
My liege, alcario Duke Medina's son,  
And by that slave this purple act was done.  medi. 
Who names Alcario slain: aye me 'tis he?  
Art thou that villain.  laz. 
How didst know my name.  
I see an excellent villain hath his fame  
As well as a great courtier.  medi. 
Speak villain, wherefore didst thou this accursed deed.  laz. 
Because I was an ass, a villainous ass,  
For had I hot it right, Andrea had line there:  
He walked upright, this ominous mistake,  
This damned error breeds in my soul  
An everlasting terror.  King. 
Say slave, how came this accursed evil?  laz. 
Faith by myself, my short sword, and the devil,  
To tell you all without a tedious tongue,  
I'll cut them down, my words shall not hang,  
That hapless bleeding Lord alcario,  
Which this hand slew, pox on't, was a huge dotard  
On Bel-imperia's beauty who replied in scorn  
And his hot suit denied:  
For her affections were all firmly planted,  
In Don Andrea's bosom, yet unwise,  
He still pursued it with blind lovers eyes:  
Then hired he me with gold: O fate thou elf,  
To kill Andrea which hixe killed himself.  
For not content to stay the time of murder,  
He took Andrea's shape unknown to me,  
And in all parts disguised as there you see,  
Intending as it seemed by that sly shift,  
To steal away her troth: short tale to tell,  
I took him for Andrea, down he fell.  king. 
O Impious deed, to make the heir of honour  
Melt and bleed, bear him away to execution.  laz. 
Nay Lord Lorenzo, where's the pardon?  
'sfoot i'll peach else.  lor, 
Peace Lazarotto, i'll get it of the king.  laz. 
Do't quickly then or i'll spread villainy.  lor. 
My Lord he is the most notorious rogue  
That ever breathed.  In his ear. king. 
Away with him.  lor. 
Your highness may do well to bar his speech,  
'tis able to infect a virtuous ear.  king. 
Away with him I will not hear him speak  laz. 
My Lord Lorenzo is a  They stop his mouth and bear him in. Iero. 
Is not this a monstrous courtier.  hora. 
He is the court food father,  King. 
Tribute denied us, ha.  And. 
It is my liege, and that with no mean words;  
He will redeem his honour lost with sword.  King. 
So daring? Ha, so Peremptory,  
Can you remember the words he spoke?  And. 
Word for word my gracious sovereign,  
And these they were: Thus much return to Spain,  
Say: That our settled judgement hath advised us,  
What tribute is, how poor that Monarch shows,  
Who for his throne a yearly pension owes,  
And what our predecessors lost to Spain,  
We have fresh spirits that can renew it again.  King. 
Ha so peremptory, daring, stout.  and 
Then my liege, according your gracious dread, Command,  
I bade defiance with, a vengeful hand.  Spai. 
He entertained it.  and 
I and returned it with menacing brows,  
Prince Baltheser his son,  
Grow violent and wished the fight began.  Enter lorenzo. lor. 
So, so, I have sent my slave to hell:  
Though he blab there, the devils will not tell.  a Tucket within. Spa. 
How now, what means this trumpet's sound?  
My liege, the Portugalles.  Enter a Messenger. mess. 
Are up in arms glittering in steel.  Spa. 
Where's our lord general, lorenzo stout andrea,  
With whom I rank sprightly Horatio.  
what for shame, shall the Portugalles  
Trample the fields before you.  Gene. 
No my liege, there's time enough  
To let out blood enough, tribute shall flow,  
Out of their bowels, and be tendered so.  Spai. 
Farewell brave Lords, my wishes are bequeathed  
A nobler rank of spirits never breathed.  Exit king and Nobles. Iero. 
O my sweet boy, heaven shield thee still from care,  
O be as fortunate as thee art fair.  Hor. 
And heaven bless you my father in this fight,  
that I may see your Grey head crowned in white.  Exit Omnes. Enter Andrea, and Bellimperia. Bel. 
You came but now, must you part again.  
You told me that you spirit  
Should put on peace but see war follows war.  and 
Nay sweet love cease,  
to be denied our honour why 'twere base,  
to breathe and live, and wars in such a case,  
Is even as necessary as our blood,  
sword are in season then, when rights with stood,  
Deny us tribute, that so many years,  
We have in peace told out,  
Why it would raise spleen in the host  
Of Angels: 'twere enough  
to make tranquil saints of angry stuff.  Bel. 
You have over wrought the chiding of my breast,  
And by that argument, you firmly prove  
Honour to soar above the pitch of love.  
Lend me thy loving and thy warlike arm,  
On which I knit this soft and silken charm,  
Tied with an amorous knot, O may it prove  
Enchanted armour, being charmed by love,  
That when it mounts up to thy warlike crest,  
It may put by the sword, and so be blessed.  And. 
O what divinity proceeds from love?  
What happier fortune than myself can move,  
Hark, the drum beckons me; sweet dear farewell,  
This scarf shall be my charm, 'gainst foes and hell.  Bel. 
O let me kiss thee first.  And. 
The drum again.  Bel. 
Hath that more power than I?  And. 
Do't quickly then: farewell.  Exit Andrea. Bel. 
Farewell O cruel part,  
Andrea's bosom bears away my heart.  Exit Bellimperia. Enter Balthezer, alexandro, Vollupo, Don Pedro, with soldiers, drum and colours. Bal. 
Come valiant spirits you Peers of Portugal,  
That owe your lives, your faiths, and services,  
To set you free from base captivity:  
O let our father's scandal near be seen,  
As a base blush upon our free born cheeks,  
Let all the tribute that proud Spain received,  
Of those all captive Portugales deceased,  
Turn into chafe, and choke their insolence:  
Methinks no, moiety not one little thought,  
Of them whole servile acts live in their graves,  
But should raise spleens big as a cannon bullet,  
Within your bosoms: O for honour,  
Your country's reputation, your lives freedom,  
Indeed your all, that may be termed revenge,  
Now let your bloods be liberal as the sea:  
And all those wounds that you receive of Spain,  
Let theirs be equal to quit yours again▪  
Speak portugales: are you resolved as I,  
to live like captives, or as free borne die?  Vol. 
Prince Balthezer as you say, so say we,  
to die with honour, scorn captivity.  Cal. 
Why spoke like true Portugales indeed,  
I am assured of your forwardness:  
Now Spain sit firm, i'll make thy towers shake,  
And all that gold thou hadst from Portugal,  
which makes thy court melt in Luxuriousness,  
I vow to have it treble at thy hands,  
Hark Portugales: I hear their spanish drum;  
March on and meet them: this must be the day,  
that all they have received, they back must pay.  The Portugales march about. Enter jeronimo, Andrea, Horatio, lorenzo, lord General, Rogero, and attendants with drum and colours. Iero. 
What are you braving us before we come,  
we'll be as shrill as you: strike a 'larum drum.  They sound a flourish a both sides. Bal. 
Thou inch of Spain,  
Thou man from thy hose down ward,  
Scarce so much: thou very little longer than  
Thy beard: speak not such big words,  
they'll throw thee down little jeronimo,  
words greater than thyself, it must not.  Iero. 
And thou long thing of Portugal, why not  
Thou, that art full as tall  
As an English gallows: upper beam and all:  
Devourer of apparel, thou huge swallower,  
My hose will scarce make thee a standing collar,  
What? Have I almost quited you?  and 
Have done impatient Marshal.  bal. 
Spanish combatants, what do you set a little  
Pygnire Marshal to question with a Prince?  and 
No prince Balthezer, I have desired him peace,  
That we might war: What is the tribute,  
Money tendered yet?  bal. 
Tribute ha, ha! what else wherefore meet our  
Drums but to tender and receive the sums,  
Of many a bleeding heart which ere Sun fall,  
Shall pay dear tribute, even there lives and all.  and 
Prince Balthazar, I know your valiant spirit,  
I know your courage to be tried and good,  
Yet, O prince, be not confirmed in blood;  
Not that I taste of fear or cowardice,  
But of religion piety, and love,  
To many bosoms, that yet firmly move,  
without disturbed spleens: O, in thy heart,  
Weigh the dear drops of many a purple part,  
That must be acted on the fields green stage,  
Before the evening dews quench the sons rage,  
Let tribute be appeased, and so stayed,  
And let not wonted fealty be denied,  
To our desert full kingdom: portugales,  
Keep your forefathers Oaths; that virtue craves;  
Let them not lie forsworn now in their graves,  
To make their ashes perjured, and unjust,  
For heaven can be revenged on their dust,  
They swore to Spain both for themselves and you,  
And will posterity prove their sire's untrue,  
This should not be 'mong men of virtuous spirit  
Pay tribute thou, and receive peace and writ.  Bal. 
O virtuous coward!  Ho. 
O ignoble spirit?  
To term him coward for his virtuous merit  And. 
Coward, nay then: relentless-rib of steel,  
What virtue cannot, thou shalt make him feel.  Lor. 
Proud Alexandro thou art mine?  Alex. 
Agreed.  roge. 
And thou Vullupo mine?  Vul. 
I'll make thee bleed.  Ho. 
And thou Don Pedro mine?  Don Ped. 
I care not whose, or thine, or thine, or all at once.  Bal. 
I bind thee Don Andrea, by thy honour, thy valiancy,  
And all that thou hold'st great,  
To meet me single in the battles heat;  
Where i'll set down, in characters upon thy flesh,  
four precious lines, spoke by our father's mouth  
When first thou camest ambassador: these they are:  
'tis said we shall not answer at next birth  
Our Father's faults in heaven, why then on earth,  
Which proves and shows, that what they  
Lost by base Captivity,  
We may redeem with wonted valiancy.  
And to this crimson end our colours spread  
Our courage are new borne our valours bred,  
Therefore Andrea as thou tenderest fame,  
Wars reputation, and a soldiers name. meet me.  and 
I will.  Bal. 
Single me out.  and 
I shall.  alex. 
Do you the like.  Lor. 
And you.  
All and we.  and 
Can we be foes, and all so well agreed.  Bal. 
Why man in war there's bleeding amity,  
And he this day gives me the deepest wound,  
I'll call him brother.  and 
The prince call me so;  
To gain that name i'll give the deepest blow.  Iero. 
Nay then if brotherhood by strokes come dew,  
I hope boy thou wilt gain a brother too.  Ho. 
Father I doubt it not.  and 
Lord General, breath like your name,  
A General defiance 'gainst Portugal.  Gen. 
Defiance to the Portugales.  Bal. 
the like breath our Lord General 'gainst the spaniards  Gene. 
Defiance to the Spaniards.  and 
Now cease words,  
I long to hear the music of clashed swords,  Bal. 
why thou shalt hear it presently.  They offer to fight. and 
Quickly then.  Bal. 
Why now.  Gene. 
O stay my Lords,  
This will but breed a mutiny in the camp.  Bal. 
I am all fire, andrea.  and 
Art thou, good:  
Why then i'll quench thee prince, with thine own blood.  Bal. 
Adieu. Exit Balthezer.  And. 
Adieu.  Bal. 
Let's meet.  And. 
'tis meet we did. Exit Portugales.  lo. 
Alexandro.  Alex. 
lorenzo.  Roge. 
Vollupo.  Vol. 
Rogero.  Hora. 
Don Pedro.  Don Pedro. 
Horatio.  Iero. 
ay, ay, Don Pedro my boy shall meet thee,  
Come valiant spirits of Spain,  
Valiant Andrea, fortunate lorenzo, worthy Rogero,  
Sprightly Horatio, O let me dwell a little on that name,  
Be all as fortunate as heavens blessed host;  
But blame me not, i'd have Horatio most,  
Ride all conquerors when the fight is done,  
Especially ride thee home so my son:  
So, now kiss and embrace, come, come,  
I am wars tutor, strike a 'larum drum.  Exit Omnes. After a long alarum, the Portugales and Spaniards meet, The Portugales are put to the worst. Enter jeronimo Solus. Ier. 
O valiant boy, struck with a giant's arm,  
His sword so falls upon the Portugales,  
As if he would slice them out like Oranges,  
And squeeze their bloods out: O abundant joy,  
Never had father a more happier boy.  Exit jeronimo. Enter Balthezer, and a Soldier. Bal. 
Can you not find Don andrea forth,  
O for a voice shriller than all the trumpets,  
To prince Andrea's ears! through the hot army,  
Go search again, bring him or near return.  Exit soldier. 
Valiant Andrea, by thy worthy blood,  
Thy honoured faith, which thou pawn'st to mine,  
By all that thou hold'st dear upon this earth,  
Sweat now to find me in the height of blood,  
Now death doth heap her goods up all at once,  
And crams his store house to the top with blood,  
Might I now and andrea in one fight,  
Make up thy wardrobe Richer by a knight.  Bal. 
whose's that andrea?  Enter rogero. roge. 
Ha, Vullupo.  Bal. 
No, but a better,  roge. 
Pox on't.  Bal. 
Pies on't, what luck is this, but Sir  
You part not, so, whate'er you be, i'll have  
About with you?  roge. 
Content: this is joy mixed with spite,  
To miss a Lord and meet a prince in fight.  Bal. 
Come meet me Sir.  roge. 
just half way, i'll meet it with my sword.  They fight, Balthezer beats in rogero. Enter andrea with a Captain. and 
Where might I find this valorous Balthazar,  
This fierce, courageous Prince, a noble, worthy,  
Made of the ribs of mars and fortitude,  
He promised to meet fair, and single me  
Out o' the misty battle: did you search  
The least wing for him? speak:  Cap. 
We did my Lord.  and 
And could he not be found.  cap. 
Not in that wing my Lord.  and 
Why this would vex the resolution  
Of a suffering spleen: Prince Balthezer,  
Portugal's valiant heir,  
The glory of our foe, the heart of courage,  
The very soul of true nobility:  
I call thee by thy right name, answer me,  
Go Captain pass the left wing squadron; hie,  
Mingle yourself again amidst the army;  
Pray sweat to find him out.  Exit Captain. 
This place i'll keep,  
Now wounds are wide, and blood is very deep,  
'tis now about the heavy dread of battle,  
Soldiers drop down as thick as if death mowed them,  
As scythemen trim the long haired Ruffian fields,  
So fast they fall: so fast to fate life yields.  Enter Balthezer. bal. 
I have sweat much, yet cannot find him andrea.  and 
Prince Balthezer: O lucky minute?  bal. 
O long wished for hour,  
Are you remembered Don, of a daring message  
And a proud attempt, you braved me Don  
Within my Father's court.  and 
I think I did.  bal. 
this sword shall lash you for it.  and 
Alas, war knows I am too proud a scholar grown,  
Now to be lashed with steel had I not known  
My strength, and courage it had been easy then,  
to have me borne upon the backs of men;  
But now I am sorry Prince you come too late,  
that wear proud steel i'faith that should do that.  bal. 
I can hold no longer:  
Come, come let's see which of our strengths is stronger.  and 
Mine for a wager.  bal. 
thine: what wager, say.  and 
I hold three wounds to one.  bal. 
Content, a lay; but you shall keep stakes then.  and 
Nay i'll trust you.  and 
For your a prince, I know you'll pay your dew.  Bal. 
I'll pay it you soundly.  and 
Prince you might have paid  
Tribute as well, than battles had been stayed.  Bal. 
here's tribute for you.  and 
I'll receive it of you,  
And give you acquittance with a wound or two.  They fight, Balthezer hath andrea down. Enter jeronimo and Horatio, Horatio beats away Balthezer. and 
Thou art a wondrous friend, a happy spirit,  
I owe thee now my life couldst thou inherit,  
Within my bosom, all I have is thine,  
For by this act I hold thy arm divine.  Hor. 
Are you not wounded: let me search and see?  and 
No my dear self, for I was blessed by thee,  
Else his unpitying sword had cleft my heart,  
Had not Horatio played some angel's part.  
Come happy mortal, let me rank by thee,  
Then am I sure no star will threaten me.  Hor. 
Let's to the battle once more, we may meet.  
This haughty prince, and wound him at our feet.  Exit Omnes. Enter Rogero and alexandro in their shirts with pole-axes. Roge. 
art thou true valiant? hast thou no  
Coat of proof girt to thy loins?  
art thou true loyal?  alex. 
Why look: witness the naked truth,  
Upon my breast, come let's meet  
Let's meet and break our haughty skulls  
Down to our feet.  They fight alexandro beats in Rogero. Enter Lorenzo and Don Pedro at one door, and alexandro and Rogero at another door, lorenzo kills Don Pedro, and alexandro kills Rogero. Enter at one door andrea, at another door Balthezer. and 
O me, ill stead, valiant rogero slain.  bal. 
O my sad fates, Don Pedro weltering in his gore.  
O could I meet andrea, now my bloods a-tiptoe.  
This hand and sword should melt him:  
Valiant Don Pedro.  and 
Worthy rogero, sure 'twas multitudes  
That made thee stoop to death,  
One Portugal could near o'erwhelm thee  
In such crimson on streams,  
And no mean blood shall quit it,  
Balthazar prince Balthazar.  bal. 
andrea, we meet in blood now.  and 
I in valiant blood, of Don Rogero's shedding  
And each drop is worth a thousand Portugales.  bal. 
I'll top thy head for that ambitious word.  and 
You cannot prince, see a revengeful sword  
Waves o'er my head.  bal. 
Another over mine  
Let them both meet in crimson tinctures shine.  They fight, and andrea hath balthezer down. Enter Portugales and relieve balthezer and kill andrea. and 
O I am slain, help me Horatio,  
My foes are base, and slay me cowardly,  
Farewell dear, dearest Bellimperia,  
Yet herein joy is mingled with sad death,  
I keep her favour longer than my breath.  He dies. Sound Alarum Andrea slain and Prince Balthezer vaunting on him. Enter jeronimo, Horatio and Lord General. Hora. 
My other soul, my bosom, my heart's friend.  
My O Andrea slain, i'll have the price  
Of him in princely blood; Prince Balthezer  
My sword shall strike true strains,  
And fetch Andrea's ransom fourth thy veins,  
Lord General drive them hence while I make war?  Bal. 
Hath war made thee so impudent and young,  
My sword shall give correction to thy tongue.  Iero. 
Correct thy rascal's Prince, thou correct him,  
Lug with him boy, honours in blood best swim.  They fight and breath afresh. Bal. 
So young and valorous this arm near met,  
So strong a courage of so green a set.  Ho. 
If thou beest valiant cease these idle words,  
And let revenge hang on our glittering swords,  
With this proud prince the haughty Balthezer.  Horatio has prince Balthezer down, then Enter lorenzo and seizes his weapon. Ho. 
Hand of lorenzo touch not my prisoner.  lo. 
he's my prisoner,  
I seized his weapons first.  Ho. 
O base renown 'tis easy to seize those,  
Were worst laid down.  lor. 
My lance first threw him from his Warlike steed.  Ier. 
Thy Lance lorenzo? now by my beard you lie?  Ho. 
Well my Lord to you a while I tender my Whole prisoner.  lor. 
Horatio, you tender me part of mine own you know.  ho. 
Well peace, with my blood dispense  
Until my liege shall end the difference.  Ier. 
lorenzo, thou dost boast of base renown,  
Why I could whip all these, were there hose down.  ho. 
Speak prince to whether dost thou yield?  Bal. 
The vanquished yields to both, to you first  ho. 
O abject prince, what dost thou yield to two?  Ier: 
Content thee boy, thou shalt sustain no wrong,  
I'll to the king before, and let him know,  
The sum of victory, and his overthrow. Exit jeronimo.  lor. 
Andrea slain, thanks to the stars above,  
I'll choose my Sister out her second love.  Exit lorenzo and Balthezer. ho. 
Come noble rib of honour, valiant carcase,  
I loved thee so entirely when thou breathest,  
That I could die wert but to bleed with thee,  
And wish me wounds, even for society.  
Heaven and this arm, once saved thee from thy foe,  
When his all wrathful sword did basely point  
At the rich circle of thy labouring heart,  
Thou groveling under indignation,  
Of sword and ruth, O then stepped heaven and I,  
Between the stroke, but now alack must die:  
Since so the powers above have writ it down,  
In marble leaves that death is mortal crowned,  
Come then my friend in purple I will bear,  
Thee to my private tent, and then prepare,  
For honoured Funeral for thy melting course.  He takes his scarce and ties it about his arm. 
This scarce i'll wear in memory of our souls,  
And of our mutual loves, here, here, i'll wind it,  
And full as often as I think one thee,  
I'll kiss this little ensign this soft banner,  
smeared with foe's blood, all for the masters honour,  
Alas I pity Bel-imperia's eyes,  
Just at this instant her heart sinks and dies.  Exit Horatio carrying andrea on his back. Enter jeronimo Solus. Iero. 
My boy adds treble comfort to my age,  
His share is greatest in this victory,  
The Portugales are slain and put to flight,  
By Spaniards force, most by Horatio's might:  
I'll to the Spanish tents to see my son,  
Give him my blessing, and then all is done.  Enter two, dragging of ensigns, then the funeral of Andrea: next Horatio, and Lorenzo, leading prince Balthezer captive, then the Lord General with others' mourning, a great cry within. Caron, a boat, a boat, then Enter charon, and the ghost of Andrea. Hor. 
O my Lords?  
See Don Andrea's ghost salutes me, see embraces me.  Lor. 
It is your love that shapes this apprehension.  Hor. 
Do you not see him plainly Lords,  
Now he would kiss my cheek, O my pale friend,  
Wert thou any thing but a ghost I could love thee,  
See he points at his own hearse, mark all,  
As if he did rejoice at funeral.  And. 
Revenge give my tongue freedom, to paint her part,  
To thank Horatio, and commend his heart.  Reueng. 
No you'll blab secrets than?  And. 
By Charon's boat I will not.  Reueng. 
Nay you shall not: therefore pass,  
Secrets in hell are locked with doors of brass:  
Use action if you will, but not in voice,  
Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice.  Hor. 
See, see, he points to have his go forward on,  
I prithee rest, it shall be done sweet Don,  
O now he's vanished.  Sound trumpets and a peal of ordinance. And. 
I am a happy Ghost,  
Revenge, my passage now cannot be crossed,  
Come charon: come hell's Sculler, waft me over,  
You sable streams which look like molten pitch,  
My Funeral rights are made, my hearse hung rich.  Exit Ghost and Revenge a great noise within. within. 
Charon: a boat, Charon, charon?  Cha. 
Who calls so loud on charon.  
Indeed 'tis such a time the truth to tell,  
I never want a fare, to pass to hell.  Exit Omnes Sound a flourish Enter marching Horatio and Lorenzo, Leading prince Balthezer, Lord General, Phillippo, and Cassimero, with followers. Hor. 
These honoured rights and worthy duties spent  
Upon the Funeral of Andrea's dust,  
Those once his valiant ashes, march we now  
Homeward with victory to crown Spain's brow.  Gene. 
The day is ours and joy yields happy treasure,  
Set on to Spain, in most triumphant measure.  Exit Omnes. Enter jeronimo Solus. Ier. 
fore-god I have just missed them: ha?  
Soft jeronimo: thou hast more friends  
To take thy leave of: Look well about thee,  
Embrace them, and take friendly leave,  
My arms are of the shortest,  
Let your loves piece them out,  
Your welcome all, as I am a Gentleman,  
For my son's sake, grant me a man at least,  
At least I am: O good night kind gentles,  
For I hope there's never a jew among you all,  
And so I leave you.  Exit 
Finis.