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The Spanish Tragedie.

Lor. What Don Horatio our knight Marshals sonne?

Ped. Euen him my Lord.

Lor. Now say, but how knowest thou he is her loue?
And thou shalt finde me kinde and liberall:
Stand vp I say, and feareles tell the trueth.

Ped. She sent him letters, which my selfe perusde,
Full fraught with lines and arguments of loue,
Perferring him before Prince Balthazar.

Lor. Sweare on this crosse that what thou sayest is true,
And that thou wilt conceale what thou hast tolde.

Ped. I sweare to both, by him that made vs all.

Lor. In hope thine oath is true, heers thy reward,
But if I prooue thee periurde and vniust,
This very sword whereon thou tookest thine oath,
Shall be the worker of thy tragedie.

Ped. What I haue said is true, and shall for me,
Be still conceald from Bel-imperia.
Besides, your Honors liberalitie,
Deserues my duteous seruice, euen till death.

Lor. Let this be all that thou shalt doe for me,
Be watchfull when, and where these louers meete,
And giue me notice in some secret sort.

Ped. I will my Lord.

Lor. Then shalt thou finde that I am liberall,
Thou knowest that I can more aduance thy state
Then she, be therefore wise and faile me not:
Goe and attend her as thy custome is,
Least absence make her thinke thou doest amisse.
Exit Pedringano. 
Why so, Tam armis quam ingenio:
Where words preuailes not, violence preuailes.
But gold doth more than either of them both.
How likes Prince Balthazar this stratageme?

Bal. Both well, and ill: it makes me glad and sad:
Glad, that I know the hinderer of my loue.
Sad, that I feare, she hates me whome I loue:
Glad, that I know on whom to be reuenged,

Sad,