Note 153 — ACT III.
Reading edition
[This scene is thus enlarged by Jonson in the 4to of 1602:]—
Lorenzo.
Why so, Hieronimo? use me.
Hieronimo.
Who? you, my lord? I reserve your favour for a greater honour: This is a very toy, my lord, a toy.
Lorenzo.
All's one, Hieronimo, acquaint me with it.
Hieronimo.
I' faith, my lord, 'tis an idle thing, I must confess, I ha' been too slack, too tardy, too remiss, unto your honour.
Lorenzo.
How now, Hieronimo?
Hieronimo.
In troth, my lord, it is a thing of nothing; The murder of a son, or so— A thing of nothing, my lord!
Lorenzo.
Why then, farewell.