See, see, O, see thy shame, Hieronimo; See here a loving father to his son; Behold the sorrows and the sad laments, That he delivereth[238] for his son's decease. If love's[239] effects so strive in lesser things, If love enforce such moods in meaner wits, If love express[240] such power in poor estates: Hieronimo, when as a raging sea, Toss'd with the wind and tide, o'erturneth then The upper billows, course of waves to keep, Whilst lesser waters labour in the deep: Then shamest thou not, Hieronimo, to neglect The sweet[241] revenge of thy Horatio? Though on this earth justice will not be found, I'll down to hell, and in this passion Knock at the dismal gates of Pluto's court, Getting by force (as once Alcides did)[242] A troop of furies and tormenting hags To torture Don Lorenzo and the rest. Yet lest the triple-headed porter should Deny my passage to the slimy strand, The Thracian poet thou shalt counterfeit-- Come on,[243] old father, be my Orpheus; And if thou canst[244] no notes upon the harp, Then sound the burden of thy sore heart's-grief, Till we do gain, that Proserpine may grant Revenge on them that murdered my son. Then will I rent and tear them thus and thus, Shivering their limbs in pieces with my teeth. [_Tears the papers._ 1 CITIZEN. O, sir, my declaration! [_Exit_ HIERONIMO, _and they after_. 2 CITIZEN. Save my bond. _Re-enter_ HIERONIMO. 2 CITIZEN. Save my bond. 3 CITIZEN. Alas! my lease, it cost me ten pound, And you, my lord, have torn the same. HIERONIMO. That cannot be, I gave it[245] never a wound; Show me one drop of blood fall from the same: How is it possible I should slay it then? Tush, no; run after, catch me if you can. [_Exeunt all but the Old Man._ BAZULTO _remains, till_ HIERONIMO _enters again, who_ _staring him in the face speaks_. HIERONIMO. And art thou come, Horatio, from the depth, To ask for justice in this upper earth, To tell thy father thou art unreveng'd, To wring more tears from Isabella's eyes, Whose lights are dimm'd with overlong laments? Go back, my son, complain to Æacus, For here's no justice; gentle boy, be gone, For justice is exiled from the earth: Hieronimo will bear thee company. Thy mother cries on righteous Rhadamant For just revenge against the murderers. SENEX. Alas! my lord, whence springs this troubled speech? HIERONIMO.