The Spanish Tragedie.
In celebration of the nuptiall day,
And let himselfe determine of the time.
And let himselfe determine of the time.
Em. Wilt please your grace to command me ought beside?
King. Commend me to the king, and so Fare-wel.
But whers Prince Balthazar, to take his leaue?
But whers Prince Balthazar, to take his leaue?
Em. That is perfmde already, my good Lord.
King. Amongst the rest of what you haue in charge,
The Princes ransome must not be forgot:
Thats none of mine, but his that tooke him prisoner,
And well his forwardnes deserues reward.
It was Horatio, our Knight-marshals sonne.
The Princes ransome must not be forgot:
Thats none of mine, but his that tooke him prisoner,
And well his forwardnes deserues reward.
It was Horatio, our Knight-marshals sonne.
Em. Betweene vs ther's a price already pitcht,
And shall be sent with all conuenient speed.
And shall be sent with all conuenient speed.
King. Then once againe, Fare-wel, my Lord.
Exit.Em. Fare-well my Lord o Castile, and the rest.
King. Now brother, you must take some little paine,
To winne faire Bel-imperia from her will:
Young virgins must be ruled by their friends.
The Prince is amiable, and loues her well,
If she neglect him and forgoe his loue,
She both will wrong her owne estate and ours.
Therefore whiles I doe entertaine the Prince,
With greatest pleasure that our Court affords,
Endeuour you to winne your daughters thoughts.
Exeunt.If she giue backe, all this will come to naught.
To winne faire Bel-imperia from her will:
Young virgins must be ruled by their friends.
The Prince is amiable, and loues her well,
If she neglect him and forgoe his loue,
She both will wrong her owne estate and ours.
Therefore whiles I doe entertaine the Prince,
With greatest pleasure that our Court affords,
Endeuour you to winne your daughters thoughts.
Exeunt.If she giue backe, all this will come to naught.
Enter Horatio, Bel-imperia, and Pedringano.
Hor. Now that the night begins with sable wings,
To ouer-cloud the brightnes of the Sunne,
And that in darkenes, pleasures may be done:
Come, Bel-imperia, let vs to the Bower,
And there in safetie passe a pleasant hower.
To ouer-cloud the brightnes of the Sunne,
And that in darkenes, pleasures may be done:
Come, Bel-imperia, let vs to the Bower,
And there in safetie passe a pleasant hower.
Bel. I follow thee, my loue, and will not backe,
Although my fainting heart controules my soule.
Although my fainting heart controules my soule.
Hor. Why make you doubt of Pedringanos faith.
Bel. No, he is as trusty as my second selfe.
Goe, Pedringano, watch without the gate,
And let vs known if any make reproch.
Goe, Pedringano, watch without the gate,
And let vs known if any make reproch.
Ped. In
