Bethink thyself, Hieronimo,
Recall thy wits, recount thy former wrongs
Thou hast receiv'd by murder of thy son.
And lastly, [but] not least, how Isabel,
Once his mother and thy[303] dearest wife,
All woe-begone for him, hath slain herself.
Behoves thee there, Hieronimo, to be reveng'd:
The plot is laid of dire revenge;
On,[304] then, Hieronimo, pursue revenge:
For nothing wants but acting of revenge. [Exit.
Enter Spanish King, Viceroy, Duke of Castile, and their train.
King.
Now, Viceroy, shall we see the tragedy
Of Solyman, the Turkish Emperor,
Perform'd of pleasure by your[305] son the prince,
My nephew, Don Lorenzo, and my niece?
Viceroy.
Who? Bell'-Imperia?
King.
Ay, and Hieronimo our marshal,
At whose request they deign[306] to do't themselves:
These be our pastimes in the court of Spain.
Here, brother, you shall be the bookkeeper,
This is the argument of that they show. [Gives him a book.
Gentlemen, this play of Hieronimo, in sundry languages, was thought good to be set down in English more largely, for the easier understanding to every public reader.