Viceroy.
O damned devil, how secure[323] he is!
Hieronimo.
Secure? why dost thou wonder at it?
I tell thee, Viceroy, this day I have seen revenge,[324]
And in that fight am grown a prouder monarch,
Than ever sat under the crown of Spain.
Had I as many lives as there be stars,
As many heavens to go to as those lives,
I'd give them all, ay, and my soul to boot,
But I would see thee ride in this red pool.
Castile.
Speak, who were thy confederates in this?
Viceroy.
That was thy daughter, Bell'-Imperia;
For by her hand my Balthazar was slain:
I saw her stab him.
Hieronimo.
O good words! as dear to me was my Horatio,
As yours, or yours, or yours, my lord, to you.
My guiltless son was by Lorenzo slain,
And by Lorenzo and that Balthazar
Am I at last revenged thoroughly;
Upon whose souls may heav'ns be yet aveng'd[325]
With greater far than these afflictions.
Methinks, since I grew inward[326] with revenge,
I cannot look with scorn enough on death.