Hiero monologue — The Spanish Tragedy

Now, sir, perhaps I come to see the king, The king sees me, and fain would hear my suit: Why, is this not a strange and seld-seen thing That standers-by with toys should strike me mute? Go to, I see their shifts, and say no more; Hieronimo, 'tis time for thee to trudge! 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 'twixt his teeth he holds a fire-brand, That leads unto the lake where he doth stand. Away, Hieronimo; to him be gone: He'll do thee justice for Horatio's death. Turn down this path, thou shalt be with him straight; Or this, and then thou need'st not take thy breath. This way, or that way? Soft and fair, not so! For, if I hang or kill myself, let's know Who will revenge Horatio's murther then! No, no; fie, no! pardon me, I'll none of that: