BAL. Tut, love me, man, when we have drunk Hot blood together; wounds will tie An everlasting settled amity, And so shall thine. AND. And thine. BAL. What! give no place? AND. To whom? BAL. To me. AND. To thee? Why should my face, that’s placed above my mind, Fall under it? BAL. I’ll make thee yield. AND. Aye, when you get me down; But I stand even yet--jump crown to crown. BAL. Dar’st thou? AND. I dare. BAL. I am all vex’d. AND. I care not. BAL. I shall forget the law. AND. Do, do. BAL. Shall I? AND. Spare not. BAL. But thou wilt yield first. AND. No. BAL. O, I hug thee for’t! The valiant’st spirit e’er trod the Spanish court: Here let the rising of our hot blood set. ALEX. My liege, two nobler spirits never met. BAL. Until we meet in purple, when our swords Shall---- AND. Agreed, right valiant prince:-- Then, Portugal, this is thy resolute answer? KING. So, return, it’s so: we have bethought us, What tribute is; how poor that monarch shows, Who for his throne a yearly pension owes: And what our predecessors lost to Spain, We have fresh spirits that can renew’t again. AND. Then I unclasp the purple leaves of war: Many a new wound must gasp through an old scar. So, Portugal, I leave thee. KING. Ourself in person Will see thee safe aboard: come, son, come, lords, Instead of tribute we must pay our swords. BAL. Remember, Don Andrea, that we meet. AND. Up hither sailing in a crimson fleet. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ LORENZO _and_ ALCARIO. LOR. Do you affect my sister? ALCA. Affect! above affection, for Her breast is my life’s treasure; O, entire Is the condition of my hot desire! LOR. Then this must be your plot. You know Andrea’s gone embassador, On whom my sister Bell’-Imperia Casts her affection? You are in stature like him, speech alike, And had you but his vestment on your back, There’s no one living but would swear ’twere he: Therefore sly policy must be your guide. I have a suit just of Andrea’s colours, Proportioned in all parts:--nay, ’twas his own-- This suit within my closet shall you wear, And so disguis’d woo, sue, and then at last-- ALCA. What? LOR. Obtain thy love. ALCA. This falls out rare; in this disguise I may both Wed, bed, and board her. LOR. You may, you may: Besides, within these few days he’ll return. ALCA. Till this be acted, I in passion burn. LOR. All falls out for the purpose: all hits jump;[298] The date of his embassage, nigh expired, Gives strength unto our plot. ALCA. True, true; all to the purpose. LOR. Moreover, I will buzz Andrea’s landing Which, once but crept into the vulgar mouths, Is hurried here and there, and sworn for troth: Think, ’tis your love makes me create this guise, And willing hope to see your virtue rise.