Act 3 — [Scene IX.][817]
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[Scene IX.][817]
Bel-Imperia at a window.
Bel. What means this outrage that is off’red me? Why am I thus sequest’red from the court? No notice! Shall I not know the cause Of these my secret and suspicious ills? Accursed brother, unkind murderer,5 Why bend’st[818] thou thus thy mind to martyr me? Hieronimo, why writ I of thy wrongs, Or why art thou so slack in thy revenge? Andrea, O Andrea! that thou saw’st Me for thy friend Horatio handled thus,10 And him for me thus causeless murdered!— Well, force perforce, I must constrain myself To patience, and apply me[819] to the time, Till heaven, as I have hop’d, shall set me free.
Enter Christophil.
Chris. Come, madam Bel-imperia, this may not be.15 Exeunt.