HOR. Do you not see him plainly, lords? Now he would kiss my cheek: O my pale friend, Wert thou anything but a ghost, I could love thee. See, he points at his own hearse--mark all-- As if he did rejoice at funeral. AND. Revenge, give tongue[313] freedom to paint her part, To thank Horatio, and commend his heart. REVENGE. No, you’ll blab secrets then? AND. By Charon’s boat, I will not. REVENGE. Nay, you shall not; therefore pass; Secrets in hell are lock’d with doors of brass: Use action if you will, but not in voice, Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice. HOR. See, see, he points to have us[314] forward on: I pr’ythee, rest; it shall be done, sweet Don. O, now he’s vanished. [_Sound Trumpets, and a peal of Ordnance._ AND. I am a happy ghost; Revenge, my passage now cannot be cross’d. Come, Charon; come, hell’s sculler, waft me o’er Your sable streams, which look like molten pitch; My funeral rites are made, my hearse hung rich. [_Exeunt_ GHOST _and_ REVENGE. _A great noise within._ WITHIN. Charon, a boat! Charon, Charon! CHARON. Who calls so loud on Charon? Indeed ’tis such a time, the truth to tell, I never want a fare to pass to hell. [_Exeunt._ _Sound a Flourish. Enter marching_ HORATIO _and_ LORENZO, _leading Prince_ BALTHEZAR; LORD GENERAL, VILLUPPO, _and_ CASSIMERO, _with followers._ HOR. These honoured rites and worthy duties spent Upon the funeral of Andrea’s dust-- Those once his valiant ashes: march we now Homeward with victory to crown Spain’s brow. GEN. The day is ours, and joy yields happy treasure; Set on to Spain in most triumphant measure. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ JERONIMO _solus._ JER. Fore God! I have just miss’d them.--Ha! Soft, Jeronimo! thou hast more friends To take thy leave of; look well about thee, Embrace them, and take friendly leave. My arms are of the shortest; Let your loves piece them out. You’re welcome all, as I am a gentleman: For my son’s sake, grant me a man at least-- At least I am. So good-night, kind gentles,[315] For I hope there’s never a _Jew_ among you all; And so I leave you. [_Exit._ [285] [In “Ancient British Drama,” 1810.] [286] Heywood’s words are these: “Therefore Mr Kyd, in the ‘Spanish Tragedy,’ upon occasion presenting itself, thus writes:-- “‘Why. Nero thought it no disparagement, And kings and emperors have tane delight To make experience of their wits in playes.’ These three lines are to be found towards the commencement of act v. of the ‘Spanish Tragedy.’”--_Collier._