The Spanish Tragedie

[ACT III. SCENE 9.]

                [The DUKE's castle.]

                BEL-IMPERIA at a window.

  BEL.  What meanes this outrage that is offred me?
    What am I thus sequestred from the court?
    No notice?  shall I not know the cause
    Of these my secret and suspitious ils?
    Accursed brother!  vnkinde murderer!
    Why bends thou thus thy minde to martir me?
    Hieronimo, why writ I of they wrongs,
    Or why art thou so slack in thy reuenge?
    Andrea!  O Andrea, that thou sawest
    Me for thy freend Horatio handled thus,
    And him for me thus causeles murdered!
    Well, force perforce, I must constraine my-selfe
    To patience, and apply me to the time,
    Till Heauen, as I haue hoped, shall set me free.

                Enter [CHRISTOPHEL.]

  CHRIS.  Come, Madame Bel-imperia, this [must] not be!

                Exeunt.