The Spanish Tragedie.
Lor. I, Pedringano, seruice of import,
And not to spend the time in trifling words,
Thus stands the case: it is not long, thou knowst,
Since I did shield thee from my fathers wrath,
For thy conueniance in Andreas love:
For which thou wert adiudged to punishment,
I stood betwixt thee and thy punishment:
And since, thou knowest how I haue fauoured thee.
Now, to these fauours will I adde reward,
Not with faire wordes, but store of golden coyne,
And lands, and liuing ioynd with dignities,
If thou but satisfie my iust demand.
Tell trueth, and haue me for thy lasting friend.
And not to spend the time in trifling words,
Thus stands the case: it is not long, thou knowst,
Since I did shield thee from my fathers wrath,
For thy conueniance in Andreas love:
For which thou wert adiudged to punishment,
I stood betwixt thee and thy punishment:
And since, thou knowest how I haue fauoured thee.
Now, to these fauours will I adde reward,
Not with faire wordes, but store of golden coyne,
And lands, and liuing ioynd with dignities,
If thou but satisfie my iust demand.
Tell trueth, and haue me for thy lasting friend.
Ped. What ere it be your Lordship shall demaund,
My bounden duetie bids me tell the trueth:
If case it lye in me to tell the trueth.
My bounden duetie bids me tell the trueth:
If case it lye in me to tell the trueth.
Lor. Then, Pedringano, this is my demaund,
Whom loues my sister Bel-imperia?
For she reposeth all her trust in thee:
Speake man, and gayne both friendship and reward:
I meane, whom loues she in Andreas place?
Whom loues my sister Bel-imperia?
For she reposeth all her trust in thee:
Speake man, and gayne both friendship and reward:
I meane, whom loues she in Andreas place?
Ped. Alas, My Lord, since Don Andreas death,
I haue no credite with her as before,
And therefore know not if she loue or no.
I haue no credite with her as before,
And therefore know not if she loue or no.
Lor. Nay, if thou dallie, then I am thy fo,
Draw his sword.
And feare shall force what friendship cannot winne.
Thy death shall bury what thy life conceales:
Thou diest, for more esteeming her then me.
Draw his sword.
And feare shall force what friendship cannot winne.
Thy death shall bury what thy life conceales:
Thou diest, for more esteeming her then me.
Ped. Oh, stay, my Lord.
Lor. Yet speake the trueth, and I will guerdon thee,
And shield thee from what euer can ensue,
And will conceale what ere proceedes from thee,
But if thou dally once againe, thou diest.
And shield thee from what euer can ensue,
And will conceale what ere proceedes from thee,
But if thou dally once againe, thou diest.
Ped. If Madame Bel-imperia be in loue,
Offer to kill him.Lor. What Villaine, ifs and ands?
Ped. Oh, stay, my Lord! She loues Horatio.
Balthazar starts backe.
Balthazar starts backe.
Lor. What
