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ACTVS PRIMVS.
Enter the Ghost of Andrea, and with him Reuenge.
Ghost.
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Did liue imprisond in my wanton flesh,
Ech in their function seruing others neede,
I was a Courtier in the Spanish Court:
My name was Don Andrea, my discent
Though not ignoble, yet inferiour farre
To gratious fortunes of my tender youth;
For there in prime and pride of all my yeeres,
By duetious seruice, and deseruing loue,
In secret I possest a worthy Dame,
Which hight sweete Bel-imperia by name:
But in the haruest of my sommer ioyes,
Deaths winter nipt the blossomes of my blisse,
Forceing diuorce betwixt my loue and me;
For in the late conflict with Portingale,
My valour drew me into dangers mouth,
Till life to death made passage through my woundest
When I was slaine, my soule descended straight
To passe the flowing streame of Archeron;
But churlish Charon, onely Boat-man there,
Sayd, that my rites of buriall not performde,
I might not sit amongst his passengers:
Ere Sol had slept three nightes in Thetis lap,
And slakt his smoaking Chariot in her floud,
By Don Horatio our Knight-Marshals sonne,
My Funerals and obsequies were done:
Then was the Ferri-man of Hell content,
