| | And drive me forth to seek the murtherer. | |
| | Eyes, life, world, heav'ns, hell, night, and day, | |
| | See, search, shew, send some man, some mean, that may-- | [A letter falleth. |
| | What's here? a letter? tush! it is not so!-- | |
| | A letter written to Hieronimo! | [Red ink. |
| | 'For want of ink, receive this bloody writ: | |
| | Me hath my hapless brother hid from thee; | |
| | Revenge thyself on Balthazar and him: | |
| | For these were they that murderèd thy son. | |
| | Hieronimo, revenge Horatio's death, | 30 |
| | And better fare than Bellimperia cloth.' | |
| | What means this unexpected miracle? | |
| | My son slain by Lorenzo and the prince! | |
| | What cause had they Horatio to malign? | |
| | Or what might move thee, Bellimperia, | |
| | To accuse thy brother, had he been the mean? | |
| | Hieronimo, beware!--thou art betray'd, | |
| | And to entrap thy life this train is laid. | |
| | Advise thee therefore, be not credulous: | |
| | This is devisèd to endanger thee, | 40 |
| | That thou, by this, Lorenzo shouldst accuse; | |
| | And he, for thy dishonour done, should draw | |
| | Thy life in question and thy name in hate. | |
| | Dear was the life of my belovèd son, | |
| | And of his death behoves me be reveng'd: | |
| | Then hazard not thine own, Hieronimo, | |
| | But live t' effect thy resolution. | |