HIE. What! not my son? thou then a Fury art Sent from the empty kingdom of black night To summon me to make appearance Before grim Minos and just Radamant, To plague Hieronimo, that is remiss And seeks not vengeance for Horatio's death. BA. I am a grieved man, and not a ghost, That came for justice for my murder'd son. HIE. Aye, now I know thee, now thou namest thy son; Thou art the lively image of my grief: Within thy face my sorrows I may see; The eyes are dimm'd with tears, thy cheeks are wan, Thy forehead troubled, and thy mutt'ring lips Murmur sad words abruptly broken off By force of windy sighs thy spirit breathes; And all this sorrow riseth for thy son, And self-same sorrow feel I for my son. Come in, old man; thou shalt to Isabell. Lean on my arm; I thee, thou me, shalt stay; And thou and I and she will sing a song, Three parts in one, but all of discords fram'd,-- Talk not of cords!--but let us now be gone,-- For with a cord Horatio was slain. Exeunt. [ACT III. SCENE 14.] [The Spanish court.] Enter KING OF SPAIN, the DUKE, VICEROY, and LORENZO, BALTHAZAR, DON PEDRO, and BEL-IMPERIA. KING. Go, brother, 'tis the Duke of Castile's cause; Salute the viceroy in our name. CASTILE. I go. VICE. Go forth, Don Pedro, for thy nephew's sake, And greet the Duke of Castile. PEDRO. It shall be so. KING. And now to meet these Portuguese; For, as we now are, so sometimes were these, Kings and commanders of the western Indies. Welcome, brave viceroy, to the court of Spain! And welcome, all his honourable train! 'Tis not unknown to us for why you come, Or have so kingly cross'd the seas. Sufficeth it, in this we note the troth And more than common love you lend to us. So is it that mine honourable niece, For it beseems us now that it be known, Already is betroth'd to Balthazar; And, by appointment and our condescent, Tomorrow are they to be married. To this intent we entertain thyself, Thy followers, their pleasure, and our peace. Speak, men of Portingal, shall it be so? If aye, say so; if not, say so flatly. VICE. Renowned king, I come not, as thou think'st, With doubtful followers, unresolved men, But such as have upon thine articles Confirm'd thy motion and contented me. Know, sovereign, I come to solemnize The marriage of thy beloved niece, Fair Bel-imperia, with my Balthazar,-- With thee, my son, whom sith I live to see, Here, take my crown, I give it to her and thee, And let me live a solitary life, In ceaseless prayers, To think how strangely heav'n hath thee preserved.