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Enter JERONIMO solus.
Jer. Foregod! I have just mist them.-Ha!
Soft, Jeronimo ! thou hast more friends
To take thy leave of; look well about thee,
Embrace them, and take friendly leave.
My arms are of the shortest;

Let your loves piece them out:
You're welcome all, as I am a gentleman :
For my son's sake, grant me a man at least,
At least I am. So good-night, kind gentles, 22
For I hope there's never a Jew among you all;
And so I leave you.



-kind gentles, For I hope there's never a Jew among you all.--A play upon words was the failing of almost every writer of the times. The quibble here upon gent les and Jero, is also in Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, A. 2. S. 7. See the notes on that passage, by Dr Johnson, Mr Steevens, and Dr Farmer, Vol. III. edit. 1778, p. 173. To the instances there quoted, may be added the following from Euphues, 1581, p. 65.:“ Consider with thyselfe that thou art a gentleman, yea, and a Gentile; and, if thou neglect thy calling, thou art worse than a Jewe."


The First Part of Jeronimo. With the Warres of Portugall, and the Life and Death of Don Andræ. Printed at London, for Thomas Pavyer, and are to be solde at his Shop, at the entrance into the Exchange, 1605. 4to.






This Play was the object of ridicule to almost every writer of the times. Philips and Winstanly escribe it, but erroneously, to Thomas Smith. We learn from Heywood, that it was the production of Thomas Kyd; to whom, therefore, all the absurdities contained in it are to be charged. The former edition was printed from a very incorrect copy. It is here given from thut published by Mr Hawkins, who appears to have accurately collated all the several editions ; and the variations in each are put at the bottom of the page. We find, from Dekkar's Satiromastrix, that Ben Jonson originally performed the part of Jeronimo.


The Ghost of Andrea.


PEDRINGANO. King of Spain.

SERBERINE. Viceroy of Portingale.

Old Man. Don CYPRIAN, Duke of Castile.

Painter. HIERONIMO, Marshal of Portingale.

Page. · BaltaEzAR, the Viceroy's Son, in love with Be Hangman. limperia.

Citizens, Soldiers, and Attendants. LORENZO, Duke of Castile's Son. · Horatio, Hieronimo's Son.

Isabella, Hieronimo's Wife. ALEXANDRO.

|-BELIMPERIA, Lorenzo's Sister.



Enter the Ghost of Andrea, and with him Re

Each in their function serving other's need,
I was a courtier in the Spanish court:

My name was Don Andrea; my descent,
Ghost. When this eternal substance of my soul Though not igooble, yet inferior far
Did live imprisoned in my' wanton flesh, To gracious fortunes of my tender youth:

Wonted, 1618. 23. 33.

For there,” in prime and pride of all my years,
By duteous service, and deserving love,
In secret I possest a worthy dame,
Which highit sweet Belimperia by name.
But, in the harvest of my 3 summer joys,
Death's winter nipt the blossoms of my bliss,
Forcing divorce betwixt my love and me:
For in the late conflict with Portingale,
My valour drew me into danger's mouth,
Till life to death made passage through my

wounds. When I was slain, my soul descended strait To

pass the flowing stream of Acheron; But churlish Charon, only boatman there, Said, that, my rites of burial not performed, I might not sit among bis passengers. Ere Sol bad slept three nights in 'Thetis' lap, And 4 slak'd his smoking chariot in her flood, By Don Horatio, our knight marshal's son, Mv funerals and obsequies were done. Thien was the ferryman of heil content To pass me orer to the slimy strand, That leads to fell Avernus ugly waves; There, pleasing Cerberus with honied speech, I passed the perils of the foremost porch. Not far from hence, amidst ten thousand suuls, Sat Minos, Æacus, and Rhadamarit; To whom no sooner 'gan I make approach, To crave a passport for my wandering ghost, But Minos, in graven leaves of lottery, Drew forth the manner of my life and death. This knight, quoth he, both lived and died in love; And, for his love, tried fortune of the wars, And by war's fortune lost both love and life. Why then, said lacus, convey him hence, To walk with lovers in our fields of love, And spend the course of everlasting time Under green myrtle-trees, and cypress-shades. No, no, said Rhadamant, it were not well, With loving souls to place a martialist : He died in war, and must to martial fields, Where wounded Hector lives in lasting pain, And Achilles' myrmidons do scour the plain. Then Minos, mildest' censor of the three, Made this device, to end the difference ; Send him, quoth he, to our insernal king, To doom himo as best seems his majesty.

To this effect my passport strait was drawn.
In keeping on my way to Pluto's court,
Through dreadful shades of everylooming night,
I saw more sights than thousand tongues can tell

, Or

pens can write, or mortal hearts can think. Three ways there were : that on the right hand

side Was ready way unto the 'foresaid ? fields, Where lovers live, and bloody martialists; But either sort contained within his bounds. The left band path, declining fearfully, Was a ready 8 downfal to the deepest hell; Where bloody furies shake their whips of steel, And poor Ixion turns an endless wheel; Where usurers are choaked with melting gold, And wantons are embraced with ugly snakes; And murderers' groan with ever-killing wounds; And perjured wights, scalded in boiling lead, And all foul sins with torments overwhelmed. 'Twixt these two ways I trod the middle path, Which brought me to the fair Elysian green; In midst whereof there stands a stately tower, The walls of brass, the gates of adamant : Here finding Pluto with his Proserpine, I shewed my passport, humbled on my knee; Whereat fair Proserpine began to "o smile, "And begged that only she might give my doom. Pluto was pleased, and sealed it with a kiss. Forthwith, Revenge, she'? rounded thee in th'ear, And bade thee lead me through the gates

of horn, Where dreams have passage in the silent night. No sooner had she spoke, but we were here, 14 I wot not how, in iwinkling of an eye.

Reo. Then know, Andrea, that thou art arrived Where thou shalt see the author of thy death, Don Baltbezar, the prince of Portingale, Deprived of life by Belimperia. Here sit we down to see the mystery, And serve for Chorus in this tragedy.


Enter Spanish King, General, Castile, and

HIERONIMO. King. Now say, lord general, how fares our




2. There in the pride and prime, 1618. 23. 33.

3 Summer's, 1623. 33. 4 Slackt, 1618.

5 Censurer, 1618. 23. 33. Shapes of ever blooming night, 1618.- Shades of ever blooming night, 1623. 33. 7 Field, 1618. 22. 33.

8 Fall down, 1618. 22. 33. 9 Murderers greeve, 1618.- -Murderers green, 1623. 33.

smile. 11 I begg'd, 1618. 28. 33.

12 Rounded thee in th' ear,-i. e. whispered. So, in Gascoigne's Fable of Ferdinando Jeronimi, p. 202. : “ After his duc reverence, he layd his hande on her temples, and privilie rounding her in her eare, desired " ber to commacode," &c.

Euphues, p. 21. :" -Ferando entered, whome they all dutifully welcomed home, who, rounding Philaulus in the eare, desired him to accompanie him immediatelye.”

See also Mr Steerens': Note on King John, A. 2. S. 2.

13 Gates of horn,-of Hor. second edition of Horror, 1618. 23. 33. For--the Gates of horn. See Vir. gil, B. VI. Sunt geminæ somni portæ.Note on Hawkins's Edition.

14 I wot not how.-Sec Note to Gammer Gurton's Needle.


Gen. All well, my sovereign liege, except some While they maintain hot skirmish to and fro, few

21 Both battles join, and fall to handy-blows: That are deceased by fortune of the war. Their violent shot resembling th' ocean's rage, King. But what's portends thy chearful coun- When roaring lous, and with a swelling tide, tenance,

It beats upon the rampires of huge rocks, And posting to our presence thus in haste? And gapes to swallow neighbour-bounding lands. Speak, man; hath fortune given us victory? Now 22 while Bellona rageth here and there,

Gen. Victory, my liege, and that with little loss. Thick stornis of bullets r'an like winter's hail, King. Our Portingals will pay us tribute, then? And shivered launces 23 dark che troubled air. Gen. Tribute, and wonted homage therewithal.

Pede pes, et cuspide cuspis, King. Then blest be heaven, and guider of the heavens,

Arma sonant armis, vir petiturque viro. From whose fair influence such justice flows. On every side 24 drop captains to the ground,

Cast. O multum dilecte Deo, tibi militat æther, 25 And soldiers some ill mained, some slain outEt conjuratæ curvuto poplite gentes

right: Succumbunt : recti soror est victoria juris. Here falls a body, sundered from his head,

King. Thanks to my loving brother of Castile. There legs and arms lie bieeding on the grass, But, general, unfold in brief discourse

Mingled with weapons, and 26 unbuweli'd steeds, Your form of battle, and your war's success; That scattering overspread the purple plain. That, adding all the pleasure of thy news

In all this turmoil three long hours and more, Unto the height of former happiness,

The victory to neither part inclined; With deeper wage, and greater dignity,

Till Don Andrea, with bis brave launciers, We may reward thy blissful chivalry.

In 27 their main battle made so great a breach, Gen. Where Spain and Portingale do jointly That, half dismayed, the multitude retired : knit

But Baltbezar, the Portingale's young prince, Their frontiers, leaning on each other's !? bound, Brought rescue, and encouraged them to stay. There met our armies in their proud array;

Here hence the fight was eagerly renewed, Both furnished well; both full of hope and fear; And in that conflict was Andrea slain; Both menacing alike, with daring shows; Brave man at arms, but weak to Balthezar : Both vaunting sundry colours of device; Yet while the prince, insulting over him, Both cheerly sounding trumpets, drums, and fifes; Breathed out proud vaunts, sounding to our reBoth raising dreadful clamours to the 18 sky,

proach, That vallies, hills, and rivers, made rebound, Friendship and hardy valour joined in one, And heaven itself was frighted with the sound. 28 Pricked forth Horatio, our knight-marshal's son, Our battles both were pitched in squadron-form, To challenge forth that prince to single fight: Each corner strongly fenced with wings of shot; Not long between these twain the fight endured, But ere we joined, and came to push of pike, But strait the prince was beaten from his horse, I brought a squadron of our readiest shot, And forced to yield him prisoner to his foe. From out our rearward, to begin the fight: When he was taken, all the rest they fled, They brought another wing t'encounter us: And our carbines pursued them to the death; Meanwhile our ordnance played on either side, Till, Phæbus waving to the western deep, And captains strove to have their 19 valours tried. Our trumpeters were charged to sound retreat: Don Pedro, their chief horsemen's colonel, King. Thanks, good lord general, for these good Did, with his 20 cornet, bravely make attempt

news; To break the order of our battle ranks :

And for some argument of more to come, But Don Rogern, worthy man of war,

Take this, and wear it for thy sovereign's sake. Marched forth against him with our musketeers,

(Gives him a Chain. And stopt the malice of his fell approach. But tell me now, hast thou confirmed a peace?


15 Pretends, 1618. 23. ^3.

16 Will, 1633.

17 Bounds, 1623. 33. 18 Skies, 1633. 19 Valour, 1618. 23. 83.

Coronet, 1618. 22. 33. 21 Both battles join, and fall to handy-blows — This play, though not mentioned in the Key to The Rehearsal, seems to have been one of those ridiculed by the Duke of Buckingham in that witty performance. See A. 5. :

The army, wrangling for the gold you gave,

“ First fell to words, and then to handy-blous.22 When, 1618. 23. 33. 23 Dark'd, 1618. 23, 38.

24 Dropt, 1618. 23. 33. 25 And soldiers lie maim'd, 1618. 23. 33.

26 Unbowed, 1618. 23. 33. His, 1618.

28 Pickt, 1618.

Gen. No peace, my liege, but peace conditional, We will bestow on every soldier two ducats, That is, with homage, tribute be 29 well paid, And on every leader ten, that they may know The fury of 30 your forces will be staid;

Our largess welcomes themAnd to 31 this peace their viceroy hath subscribed, (Ereunt all but BALTH EZAR, LORENZO, [Gives the King a Paper.

and HORATIO. And made a solemn vow, that during life Welcome, Don Balthezar, welcome nephew; 32 His tribute shall be truly paid to Spain. And thou, Horatio, thou art welcome too. King. These words, these deeds, become thy Young prince, although thy father's hard misdeeds, person well.

In keeping back the tribute that he owes, But now, knight-marshal, frolick with 33 thy king, Deserve but evil measure at our bands, For 'tis thy son that wins 34 this battle's prize. Yet shalt thou know that Spain is honourable. Hier. Long may he live to serve my sovereign Bal. The tresspass that my father made in liege,

peace And soon decay, unless he serve my liege. Is now controuled by fortune of the wars; King. Nor thou, nor he, shall die without re- And cards once dealt, it boots not ask why so: ward.

[ A 35 Tucket afar off. His men are slain, a weakening to 38 his realm; What means this warning of the trumpet's sound? His colours seized, a blot upon his name; Gen. This tells me, that your grace's men of His son distrest, a cor’sive to his heart: war,

These punishmeuts may clear his late offence. Such as war's fortune hath reserved from death, King. Aye, Balthezar, if he 39 observe this Come marching ou towards your royal seat,

truce, To shew themselves before your majesty ;



grow the stronger for these wars : For so I gave 36 in charge at my depart; Mean while live thou, 40 though not in liberty, Whereby, by demonstration, shall appear Yet 41 free from bearing any servile yoke; That all, except three hundred, or few more, For, in our hearing, thy deserts were great, Are safe returned, and by their foes enriched. And in our sight thyself art gracious.

Bal. And I shall study to deserve this grace. The Army enters. 37 BALTHEZAR between LoRENZO and HORATIO, captive.

King. But tell me, for their holding makes me

doubt, King. A gladsome sight; I long to see them To which of these twain art thou prisoner?

here. (They enter, and pass by. Lor. To me, my 42 liege. Was that the warlike prince of Portingale, Hor. To me, my sovereign. That by nur nephew was in triuniph led?

Lor. This hand first took 43 his courser by the Gen. It was, my liege, the prince of Portingale.

reins, King. But what was he, that on the other side Hor. But first my lance did put him from his Ileld him by th' arm, as partner of the prize?

horse. Hicr. That was my son, my gracious sovereign, Lor. I seized his weapon, and enjoyed it first. Of whom, though from his tender infancy

Hor. But first I forced him lay his weapons My loving thoughts did never hope but well,

down. He never pleased his father's eyes till now, King. Let go his arm, upon our privilege.Nor filled my beart with over-cloying joys.

[They let him go. King. Go, let them march once more about 44 Say, worthy prince, to whether didst thou yield? these walls,

Bał. To him in courtesy, to this perforce; That, staying them, we may confer and talk He spake ine fair, this other gave me strokes; With our brave prisoner and his double guard. He promised life, this other threatened death; Hieronimo, it greatly pleaseth us

He won my love, this other conquered me; That in our victory thou have a share,

And, truth to say, I yield myself to both. By virtue of thy worthy son's exploit.

Hier. But that I know your grace for just and

wise, Enter again.

And might seem partial in this difference, Bring hither the young prince of Portingale,- Inforced by nature, and by law of arms, The rest march on; but, ere they be dismissed, My tongue shall plead for young Iloratio's right:

29 Tribute may be paid, 1618. 23. 33.

30 Our, 1618. 23. 33. 31 That, 1618. 23. 33.

32 This, 1618. 23.33.

33 The, 1618. 23. 33. 34 I hat, 1613 23.

35 Trumpet, 1618. 23. 33. 35 Tucket.ee Note to the First Part of Jeronimo, p. 469. 35 Gare them charge, 1618. 23. 33.

37 Meets, 1018. 23. 33. 38 The, 1618. 23. 33. 39 Observes, 1618. 23. 33.

4. As though, 1613. 41 Free omitted, 1619. 42 Lord, 1618. 23. 33.

43 The, 1618. 23. 33. 44. So, 1618. 23. 33.

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