The King sees me, and fain will hear my suit.
Why, is not this a strange and seld-seen thing,
That standers-by with toys should strike me mute?
Down by the dale that flows with purple gore
Standeth a fiery tower; there sits a judge
Upon a seat of steel and molten brass,
And leads unto the lake where hell doth stand.
Hell do thee justice for Horatio s death.
Or this, and then thou needst not take thy breath.
Who will revenge Horatios murder then?
No, no! Fie, no! Pardon me, Ill none of that.
And, Balthazar , Ill be with thee to bring,