HIERO. In Paris? mas, and well remembered!-- Theres one thing more that rests for vs to doo. BAL. Whats that, Hieronimo? Forget not any-thing. HIERO. Each one of vs Must act his parte in vnknowne languages, That it may breede the more varietie: As you, my lord, in Latin, I in Greeke, You in Italian, and, for-because I know That Bel-imperia hath practised the French, In courtly French shall all her phrases be. BEL. You meane to try my cunning then, Hieronimo! BAL. But this will be a meere confusion, And hardly shall we all be vnderstoode. HEIRO. It must be so; for the conclusion Shall proue the inuention and all was good; And I my-selfe in an oration, That I will haue there behinde a curtaine, And with a strange and wondrous shew besides, Assure your-selfe, shall make the matter knowne. And all shalbe concluded in once scene, For theres no pleasure tane in tediousnes. BAL. [to LOR.] How like you this? LOR. Why thus, my lord, we must resolue, To soothe his humors vp. BAL. On then, Hieronimo; farewell till soone! HIERO. You plie this geere? LOR. I warrant you. Exeuent all but HIERONIMO. HIERO. Why, so! now shall I see the fall of Babilon Wrought by the heauens in this confusion. And, if the world like not this tragedie, Hard is the hap of olde Hieronimo. Exit. [ACT IV. SCENE 2.] [HIERONIMO's garden.] Enter ISABELLA with a weapon. [ISA.] Tell me no more! O monstrous homicides! Since neither pietie nor pittie moues The king to iustice or compassion, I will reuenge my-selfe vpon this place, Where thus they murdered my beloued sonne. She cuts downe the arbour.