BEL. What means this outrage that is offer'd me?
Why am I thus sequester'd from the court?
No notice? shall I not know the cause
Of these my secret and suspicious ills?
Accursed brother! unkind murderer!
Why bend'st thou thus thy mind to martyr me?
Hieronimo, why writ I of thy wrongs,
Or why art thou so slack in thy revenge?
Andrea! O Andrea, that thou sawest
Me for thy friend Horatio handled thus,
And him for me thus causeless murdered!
Well, force perforce, I must constrain myself
To patience, and apply me to the time,
Till Heav'n, as I have hop'd, shall set me free.
Enter CHRISTOPHEL.
CHRIS. Come, Madame Bel-imperia, this must not be!
Exeunt.
[ACT III. Scene 10.]
[A room in the DUKE's castle.]
Enter LORENZO, BALTHAZAR and the PAGE.
LOR. Boy, talk no further; thus far things go well.
Thou art assur'd that thou sawest him dead?
PAGE. Or else, my lord, I live not.
LOR. That's enough.
As for this resolution at his end,
Leave that to him with whom he sojourns now.
Here, take my ring, and give it Christophel,
And bid him let my sister be enlarg'd,
And bring her hither straight.