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<TITLE THE SPANISH TRAGEDIE,> <SN ACTVS PRIMVS.> <SSD ENTER THE GHOAST OF ANDREA,AND WITH HIM REUENGE.> <Q 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 ACHERON: BUT CHURLISH CHARON ONLY BOATMAN THERE, SAID THAT MY RITES OF BURIALL NOT PERFORMDE, I MIGHT NO . . .