Balthazar.
On,[293] then, Hieronimo; farewell till soon.
Hieronimo.
You'll ply this gear?
Lorenzo.
I warrant you. [Exeunt all but Hieronimo.
Hieronimo.
Why[294] so: now shall I see the fall of Babylon,
Wrought by the heav'ns in this confusion.
And if the world like not this tragedy,
Hard is the hap of old Hieronimo. [Exit.
Enter Isabella with a weapon.
Isabella.