[263] These words are given to the Tinker in the induction to the "Taming of the Shrew," in order to ridicule them. [264] _Hist_, I will be reveng'd, 1633. [265] _Me. Chi mi fa? Pui Correzza Che non sule Tradito viha otrade vule._--Old copies. [266] [Old copies, _Alecto_, and a little lower down, _Achinon_ _Ericus_, _For neere by_.] [267] REV. _Awake for why?_ Omitted, 1618, '23, '33. [268] _Thou_, omitted, 1618, '23, '33. [269] _In_, ditto. [270] _Found_, ditto. ACT V. _Enter_ BELL'-IMPERIA _and_ HIERONIMO. BELL'-IMPERIA. Is this the love thou bear'st Horatio? Is this the kindness that thou counterfeit'st? Are these the fruits of thine incessant tears? Hieronimo, are these thy passions, Thy protestations and thy deep laments, That thou wert wont to weary men withal? O unkind father! O deceitful world! With what excuses canst thou show thyself, With what dishonour and the hate of men[275]-- Thus to neglect the loss and life[276] of him, Whom both my letters and thine own belief Assures thee to be causeless slaughtered? Hieronimo, for shame, Hieronimo, Be not a history to after-times Of such ingratitude unto thy son: Unhappy mothers of such children then, But monstrous fathers to forget so soon The death of those, whom they with care and cost Have tender'd so, thus careless should be lost. Myself, a stranger in respect of thee, So lov'd his life, as still I wish their deaths. Nor shall his death be unreveng'd by me, Although I bear it out for fashion's[277] sake: For here I swear, in sight of heaven and earth, Shouldst thou neglect the love thou shouldst retain, And give it over, and devise no more, Myself should send their hateful souls to hell, That wrought his downfal with extremest death. HIERONIMO. But may it be, that Bell'-Imperia Vows such revenge as she hath deign'd to say? Why then I see, that heav'n applies our drift, And all the saints do sit soliciting For vengeance on those cursed murderers. Madam, 'tis true, and now I find it so: I found a letter, written in your name, And in that letter, how Horatio died. Pardon, O, pardon, Bell'-Imperia, My fear and care in not believing it; Nor think I thoughtless think upon a mean To let his death be unreveng'd at full: And here I vow, so you but give consent, And will conceal my resolution, I will ere long determine of their deaths, That causeless thus have murdered my son. BELL'-IMPERIA. Hieronimo, I will consent, conceal, And aught, that[278] may effect for thine avail, Join with thee to revenge Horatio's death. HIERONIMO.