Chapter: [The DUKE's castle.]

                BEL-IMPERIA at a window.

  BEL.  What means this outrage that is offer'd me?
    Why am I thus sequester'd from the court?
    No notice?  shall I not know the cause
    Of these my secret and suspicious ills?
    Accursed brother!  unkind murderer!
    Why bend'st 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 sawest
    Me for thy friend Horatio handled thus,
    And him for me thus causeless murdered!
    Well, force perforce, I must constrain myself
    To patience, and apply me to the time,
    Till Heav'n, as I have hop'd, shall set me free.

                Enter CHRISTOPHEL.

  CHRIS.  Come, Madame Bel-imperia, this must not be!

                Exeunt.

 We get another brief scene in which Bel-Imperia complains about her imprisonment and delayed justice. It was nice of Thomas Kyd to write two quick scenes to remind us that there are still important women in the play. Gee, thanks.

