Thomas Kyd - The Spanish Tragedy ACT 3. SCENE 9. lyrics

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.