Exit HIERONIMO and they after.
II CIT. Save my bond!
Enter HIERONIMO.
II CIT. Save my bond!
III CIT. Alas my lease, it cost me
Ten pound, and you, my lord, have torn the same!
HIERO. That can not be, I gave it never a wound;
Show me one drop of blood fall from the same!
How is it possible I should slay it then?
Tush, no! Run after, catch me if you can!
Exeunt all but DON BAZULTO.
BAZULTO remains till HIERONIMO enters
again, who, staring him in the face, speaks:
And art thou come, Horatio, from the depth,
To ask for justice in this upper earth?
To tell thy father thou art unreveng'd?
To wring more tears from Isabella's eyes,
Whose lights are dimm'd with over-long laments?
Go back, my son, complain to Eacus;
For here's no justice. Gentle boy, begone;
For justice is exiled from the earth.
Hieronimo will bear thee company.
Thy mother cries on righteous Radamant
For just revenge against the murderers.
BAZULTO. Alas, my lord, whence springs this troubled speech?