Enter Andrea's Ghost, with Revenge.
Andrea.
Brought'st thou me hither to increase my pain?
I look'd, that Balthazar should have been slain;
But 'tis my friend Horatio that is slain:
And they abuse fair Bell'-Imperia,
On whom I doated more than all the world,
Because she lov'd me more than all the world.
Revenge.
Thou talk'st of harvest,[135] when the corn is green;
The end is crown[136] of every work well done:
The sickle comes not, till the corn be ripe.
Be still; and ere I lead thee from this place,
I'll show thee Balthazar in heavy case.
FOOTNOTES:
[88] In time the hardest flint, &c., 1618, '23, '33.
[89] Rule, ditto.
[90] [Compare Watson's "Ecatompathia" (1582), Sonnet 47:
"More fierce is my sweete loue, more hard withall,
Then Beast or Birde, then Tree or stony wall."