Let me entreat your grace That when the train are[301] pass'd into the gallery, You would vouchsafe to throw me down the key. CASTILE. I will, Hieronimo. [_Exit_ CAST. HIERONIMO. What, are you ready, Balthazar? Bring a chair and a cushion for the king. _Enter_ BALTHAZAR, _with a chair_. Well done, Balthazar, hang up the title:[302] Our scene is Rhodes: what, is your beard on? BALTHAZAR. Half on; the other is in my hand. HIERONIMO. Despatch for shame, are you so long? [_Exit_ BAL. Bethink thyself, Hieronimo, Recall thy wits, recount thy former wrongs Thou hast receiv'd by murder of thy son. And lastly, [but] not least, how Isabel, Once his mother and thy[303] dearest wife, All woe-begone for him, hath slain herself. Behoves thee there, Hieronimo, to be reveng'd: The plot is laid of dire revenge; On,[304] then, Hieronimo, pursue revenge: For nothing wants but acting of revenge. [_Exit._ _Enter Spanish_ KING, VICEROY, DUKE OF CASTILE, _and their train_. KING. Now, Viceroy, shall we see the tragedy Of Solyman, the Turkish Emperor, Perform'd of pleasure by your[305] son the prince, My nephew, Don Lorenzo, and my niece? VICEROY. Who? Bell'-Imperia? KING. Ay, and Hieronimo our marshal, At whose request they deign[306] to do't themselves: These be our pastimes in the court of Spain. Here, brother, you shall be the bookkeeper, This is the argument of that they show. [_Gives him a book._ _Gentlemen, this play of Hieronimo, in sundry languages, was thought good to be set down in English more largely, for the easier understanding to every public reader._ _Enter_ BALTHAZAR, BELL'-IMPERIA, _and_ HIERONIMO. BALTHAZAR. Bashaw, that Rhodes is ours yield heav'ns the honour, And holy Mahomet our sacred prophet! And be thou grac'd with every excellence, That Solyman can give, or thou desire. But thy desert in conquering Rhodes is less, Than in reserving this fair Christian[307] nymph Perseda, blissful lamp of excellence, Whose eyes compel, like powerful adamant, The warlike heart of Solyman to wait. KING. See, Viceroy, that is Balthazar your son, That represents the emperor Solyman: How well he acts his amorous passion! [_Aside._ VICEROY. Ay, Bell'-Imperia hath taught him that. [_Aside._