BAL. What's that, Hieronimo? Forget not anything. HIERO. Each one of us Must act his part in unknown languages, That it may breed the more variety: As you, my lord, in Latin, I in Greek, 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 mean to try my cunning then, Hieronimo! BAL. But this will be a mere confusion, And hardly shall we all be understood. HEIRO. It must be so; for the conclusion Shall prove the invention and all was good; And I myself in an oration, That I will have there behind a curtain, And with a strange and wondrous show besides, Assure yourself, shall make the matter known. And all shall be concluded in one scene, For there's no pleasure ta'en in tediousness. BAL. [to LOR.] How like you this? LOR. Why thus, my lord, we must resolve, To soothe his humors up. BAL. On then, Hieronimo; farewell till soon! HIERO. You'll ply this gear? LOR. I warrant you. Exeuent all but HIERONIMO. HIERO. Why, so! now shall I see the fall of Babylon Wrought by the heav'ns in this confusion. And, if the world like not this tragedy, Hard is the hap of old Hieronimo. Exit. [ACT IV. SCENE 2.] [HIERONIMO's garden.] Enter ISABELLA with a weapon. [ISA.] Tell me no more! O monstrous homicides! Since neither piety nor pity moves The king to justice or compassion, I will revenge myself upon this place, Where thus they murder'd my beloved son. She cuts down the arbour.