Downe with these branches and these loathsome bowes On this vnfortunate and fatall pine! Downe with them, Isabella; rent them vp, And burnes the roots from whence the rest is sprung! I will leaue not a root, a stalke, a tree, A bowe, a branch, a blossome, nor a leafe,-- Not, not a hearb within this garden plot, Accursed complot of my miserie! Fruitlesse for-euer may this garden be, Barren the earth, and blislesse whosoeuer Immagines not to keep it vnmanurde! An easterne winde comixt with noisome aires Shall blast the plants and yong saplings [here], The earth with serpents shalbe pestered, And passengers, for feare to be infect, Shall stand aloofe, and, looking at it, tell There murdred dide the sonne of Isabell. I, heere he dide, and heere I him imbrace! See where his ghoast solicites with his wounds Reuenge on her that should reuenge his death! Hieronimo, make haste to see thy sonne, For Sorrow and Dispaire hath scited me To heare Horatio plead with Radamant. Make haste, Hieronimo, to holde excusde Thy negligence in pursute of their deaths Whose hatefull wrath breau'd him of his breath. Ah, nay; thou dost delay their deaths, Forgiues the murderers of thy noble sonne; And none but I bestirre me,--to no end! And, as I cursse this tree from further fruit, So shall my wombe be cursed for his sake; And with this weapon will I wound this brest,-- That haples brest that gaue Horatio suck! She stabs her-selfe. [ACT IV. SCENE 3.] [The DUKE's castle.] Enter HIERONIMO; he knocks up the curtaine. Enter the DUKE OF CASTILE. CAS. How now, Hieronimo? wheres your fellows, That you take all this paine? HIERO. O sir, it is for the authors credit To look that all things may goe well. But, good my lord, let me intreat your Grace To giue the king the coppie of the plaie: This is the argument of what we shew. CAS. I will, Hieronimo. HIERO. One more thing, my good lord. CAS. Whats that? HIERO. Let me intreat your Grace That, when the traine are past into the gallerie, You would vouchsafe to throwe me downe the key. CAS. I will Hieronimo. Exit CAS[TILE]. HIERO. What, are you ready, Balthazar? Bring a chaire and a cushion for the king. Enter BALTHAZAR with a chaire. Well doon, Balthazar; hang vp the title: Our scene is Rhodes. What, is your beard on? BAL. Halfe on, the other is in my hand. HIERO. Dispatch, for shame! are you so long? Exit BALTHAZAR.