JER. Boy, Thy mother’s jealous of my love to her. HOR. O, she play’d us a wise part; now ten to one He had not overheard the letter read, Just as he enter’d. JER. Though it had happen’d evil, He should have heard his name yoked with the devil. Here, seal the letter with a loving knot: Send it with speed; Horatio, linger not; That Don Andrea may prevent his death, And know his enemy by his envious breath. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ LORENZO, _and_ ALCARIO _disguised like_ ANDREA. LOR. Now, by the honour of Castile’s true house, You are as like Andrea, part for part, As he is like himself: did I not know you, By my cross I swear, I could not think you but Andrea’s self, so legg’d, so faced, so speech’d, So all in all; methinks I should salute Your quick return and speedy haste from Portugal: Welcome, fair lord, worthy ambassador, Brave Don Andrea! O, I laugh to see How we shall jest at her mistaking thee! ALC. What, have you given it out Andrea is return’d? LOR. ’Tis all about the court in every ear, And my invention brought to me for news Last night at supper; and which the more to cover, I took a bowl, and quaff’d a health to him, When it would scarce go down for extreme laughter, To think how soon report had scatter’d it. ALC. But is the villain Lazarotto Acquainted with our drift? LOR. Not for Spain’s wealth; Though he be secret, yet suspects the worst, For confidence confounds the stratagem. The fewer in a plot of jealousy Build a foundation surest, when multitudes Make it confused, ere it come to head. Be secret then; trust not the open air, For air is breath, and breath-blown words raise care-- This is the gallery, where she most frequents. ALC. Within this walk have I beheld her dally With my shape’s substance. O immortal powers! Lend your assistance; clap a silver tongue Within this palate that, when I approach Within the presence of this demi-goddess, I may possess an adamantic power, And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech, Have every syllable a music-stop, That, when I pause, the melody may move, And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps, That her heart hearing may relent and yield! LOR. Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach. _Enter_ BELL’-IMPERIA. ALC. Then fall into your former vein of terms. LOR. Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea, Spain’s best of spirit! what news From Portugal? tribute or war? But see, my sister Bell’-Imperia comes: I will defer it to some other time, For company hinders love’s conference. [_Exit_ LORENZO. BEL. Welcome, my life’s self-form, dear Don Andrea. ALC. My words iterated give thee as much: Welcome, my self of self. BEL. What news, Andrea? treats it peace or war?