My lord, though Bell'-Imperia seem thus coy, Let reason hold you in your wonted joy: In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak; In time the flint[88] is pierc'd with softest shower; And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue[89] the sufferance of your friendly pain. BALTHAZAR. No, she is wilder, and more hard withal, Than beast or bird, or tree, or stony wall:[90] But wherefore blot I Bell'-Imperia's name? It is my fault, not she, that merits blame. My feature is not to content her sight; My words are rude, and work her no delight: The lines I send her are but harsh and ill, Such as do drop from Pan and Marsyas'[91] quill. My presents are not of sufficient cost, And being worthless, all my labour's lost. Yet might she love me for my valiancy:[92] Ay, but that's slander'd by captivity. Yet might she love me to content her sire: Ay, but her reason masters his[93] desire. Yet might she love me, as her brother's friend: Ay, but her hopes aim at some other end. Yet might she love me to uprear her state: Ay, but perhaps she hopes[94] some nobler mate. Yet might she love me as her beauty's thrall: Ay, but I fear she cannot love at all. LORENZO. My lord, for my sake leave these extasies, And doubt not but we'll find some remedy. Some cause there is, that lets you not be lov'd; First that must needs be known, and then remov'd. What, if my sister love some other knight? BALTHAZAR. My summer's day will turn to winter's night. LORENZO. I have already found a stratagem, To sound the bottom of this doubtful theme. My lord, for once you shall be rul'd by me; Hinder me not, whate'er you hear or see: By force or fair means will I cast about, To find the truth of all this question out. Ho, Pedringano! _Enter_ PEDRINGANO. PEDRINGANO. Signior! LORENZO. _Vien que presto._ PEDRINGANO. Hath your lordship any service to command me? LORENZO.