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    The Spanish Tragedy
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    The Spanish Tragedy

    By Thomas Kyd

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    Thomas Kyd was a prominent English playwright who played a pivotal role in the development of drama during the Elizabethan Era.  Kyd is most famous today for writing The Spanish Tragedy, a very influential play that helped establish the revenge play genre.


    The Spanish Tragedy was written in the late 16th century and is believed to have influenced Shakespeare's Hamlet as it also includes a vengeful ghost.The action centers around a political rivalry that leads to many murders and a promise for revenge.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781537804910

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      The Spanish Tragedy - Thomas Kyd

      THE SPANISH TRAGEDY

      ..................

      Thomas Kyd

      KYPROS PRESS

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      Copyright © 2016 by Thomas Kyd

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Spanish Tragedy

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

      SCENE: Spain; and Portugal.

      Prologue

      [ACT I. SCENE 1.]

      [ACT I. SCENE 2.]

      [ACT I. SCENE 3.]

      [ACT II. SCENE 1.]

      [ACT II. SCENE 2.]

      [ACT II. SCENE 3.]

      [ACT II. SCENE 4.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 1.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 2.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 3.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 4.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 5.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 6.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 7.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 8.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 9.]

      [ACT III. Scene 10.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 11.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 12.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 13.]

      [ACT III. SCENE 14.]

      [ACT IV. SCENE 1.]

      [ACT IV. SCENE 2.]

      [ACT IV. SCENE 3.]

      THE SPANISH TRAGEDY

      ..................

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

      ..................

      GHOST OF ANDREA

      REUNGE

      CHORUS

      KING OF SPAIN.

      VICEROY OF PORTUGAL.

      DON CIPRIAN, duke of Castile.

      HIERONIMO, knight-marshall of Spain.

      BALTHAZAR, the Viceroy’s son.

      LORENZO, Don Ciprian’s son [and Bel-imperia’s brother].

      HORATIO, Hieronimo’s son.

      ALEXANDRO

      VILLUPPO PEDRINGANO, servant of Bel-imperia.

      SERBERINE, servant of Balthazar.

      Spanish General, Portuguese Embassador, Old Man, Painter Page,

      Hangman, Citizens, Soldiers, Attendants, &c.

      BEL-IMPERIA, Lorenzo’s sister.

      ISABELLA, Hieronimo’s wife.

      PAGE.

      MESSENGER.

      CHRISTOPHEL.

      SERVANT.

      SENEX (DON BAZULTO).

      CITIZENS.

      SCENE: SPAIN; AND PORTUGAL.

      ..................

      ACTVS PRIMVS

      PROLOGUE

      ..................

      Enter the GHOAST OF ANDREA, and with him REUENGE.

      GHOAST. When this eternall substance of my soule

      Did liue imprisond in my wanton flesh,

      Ech in their function seruing others need,

      I was a courtier in the Spanish court:

      My name was Don Andrea; my discent,

      Though not ignoble, yet inferiour far

      To gratious fortunes of my tender youth,

      For there, in prime and pride of all my yeeres,

      By duteous seruice and deseruing loue,

      In secret I possest a worthy dame,

      Which hight sweet Bel-imperia by name.

      But in the haruest of my sommer ioyes

      Deaths winter nipt the blossomes of my blisse,

      Forcing diuorce betwixt my loue and me;

      For in the late conflict with Portingale

      My valour drew me into dangers mouth

      Till life to death made passage through my wounds.

      When I was slaine, my soule descended straight

      To passe the flowing streame of Archeron;

      But churlish Charon, only boatman there,

      Said that, my rites of buriall not performde,

      I might not sit amongst his passengers.

      Ere Sol had slept three nights in Thetis lap,

      And slakte his smoaking charriot in her floud,

      By Don Horatio, our knight-marshals sonne,

      My funerals and obsequies were done.

      Then was the fariman of hell content

      To passe me ouer to the slimie strond

      That leades to fell Auernus ougly waues.

      There, pleasing Cerberus with honied speech,

      I past the perils of the formost porch.

      Not farre from hence, amidst ten thousand soules,

      Sate Minos, Eacus and Rhadamant;

      To whome no sooner gan I make approach,

      To craue a pasport for my wandring ghost,

      But Minos in grauen leaues of lotterie

      Drew forth the manner of my life and death.

      This knight, quoth he, "both liu’d and died in loue;

      And for his loue tried fortune of the warres;

      And by warres fortune lost both loue and life."

      Why then, said Eacus, "convey him hence

      To walke with lovers in our field of loue

      And the course of euerlasting time

      Vnder greene mirtle-trees and cipresse shades."

      No, no! said Rhadamant, "it were not well

      With louing soules to place a martialist.

      He died in warre, and must to martiall fields,

      Where wounded Hector liues in lasting paine,

      And Achilles Mermedons do scoure the plaine."

      Then Minos, mildest censor of the three,

      Made this deuice, to end the difference:

      Send him, quoth he, "to our infernall king,

      To dome him as best seemes his Maiestie."

      To this effect my pasport straight was drawne.

      In keeping on my way to Plutos court

      Through dreadfull shades of euer-glooming night,

      I saw more sights than thousand tongues can tell

      Or pennes can write or mortall harts can think.

      Three waies there were: that on the right hand side

      Was ready way vnto the foresaid fields

      Where louers liue and bloudie martialists,

      But either sort containd within his bounds;

      The left hand path, declining fearfuly,

      Was ready downfall to the deepest hell,

      Where bloudie Furies shakes their whips of steele,

      And poore Ixion turnes an endles wheele,

      Where vsurers are choakt with melting golde,

      And wantons are imbraste with ougly snakes,

      And murderers groane with neuer-killing wounds,

      And periured wights scalded in boiling lead,

      And all foule sinnes with torments ouerwhelmd;

      Twixt these two waies I trod the middle path,

      Which brought me to the faire Elizian greene,

      In midst whereof there standes a stately towre,

      The walles of brasse, the gates of adamant.

      Heere finding Pluto with his Proserpine,

      I shewed my pasport, humbled on my knee.

      Whereat faire Proserpine began to smile,

      And begd that onely she might giue me doome.

      Pluto was pleasd, and sealde it with a kisse.

      Forthwith, Reuenge, she rounded thee in th’ eare,

      And bad thee lead me though the gates of horn,

      Where dreames haue passage in the silent night.

      No sooner had she spoke but we weere heere,

      I wot not how, in the twinkling of an eye.

      REUENGE. Then know, Andrea, that thou ariu’d

      Where thou shalt see the author of thy death,

      Don Balthazar, the prince of Portingale,

      Depriu’d of life by Bel-imperia:

      Heere sit we downe to see the misterie,

      And serue for Chorus in this tragedie.

      [ACT I. SCENE 1.]

      ..................

      [The Spanish Court]

      Enter SPANISH KING, GENERALL, CASTILLE, HIERONIMO.

      KING. Now say, l[ord] generall: how fares our campe?

      GEN. All wel, my soueraigne liege, except some few

      That are deceast by fortune of the warre.

      KING. But what portends thy cheerefull countenance

      And posting to our presence this in hast?

      Speak, man: hath fortune giuen vs victorie?

      GEN. Victorie, my liege, and that with little losse.

      KING. Out Portugals will pay vs tribute then?

      GEN. Tribute, and wonted homage therewithall.

      KING. Then blest be Heauen, and Guider of the heauens,

      From whose faire influence such iustice flowes!

      CAST. O multum dilecte Deo, tibi militat aether,

      Et coniuratae curato poplite gentes

      Succumbent: recto soror est victoria iuris!

      KING. Thanks to my loving brother of Castille.

      But, generall, vnfolde in breefe discourse

      Your forme of battell and your warres successe,

      That, adding all the pleasure of thy newes

      Vnto the height of

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