The more thou sitt'st within these leafy bow'rs, The more will Flora deck it with her flow'rs. BELL'-IMPERIA. Ay, but if Flora spy Horatio here, Her jealous eye will think I sit too near. HORATIO. Hark, madam, how the birds record[120] by night, For joy that Bell'-Imperia sits in sight. BELL'-IMPERIA. No, Cupid counterfeits the nightingale, To frame sweet music to Horatio's tale. HORATIO. If Cupid sing, then Venus is not far: Ay, thou art Venus, or some fairer star. BELL'-IMPERIA. If I be Venus, thou must needs be Mars; And where Mars reigneth, there must needs be wars. HORATIO. Then thus begin our wars; put forth thy hand, That it may combat with my ruder hand. BELL'-IMPERIA. Set forth thy foot to try the push of mine. HORATIO. But first my looks shall combat against thine. BELL'-IMPERIA. Then ward thyself, I dart this kiss at thee. HORATIO. Thus I retort[121] the dart thou threw'st at me. BELL'-IMPERIA. Nay, then to gain the glory of the field, My twining arms shall yoke, and make thee yield. HORATIO. Nay, then my arms are large and strong withal: Thus elms by vines are compass'd, till they fall. BELL'-IMPERIA. O, let me go; for in my troubled eyes Now mayst thou read, that life in passion dies. HORATIO. O, stay a while, and I will die with thee, So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquer'd me. BELL'-IMPERIA. Who's there? Pedringano? we are betray'd! _Enter_ LORENZO, BALTHAZAR, CERBERINE, _and_ PEDRINGANO _disguised_. LORENZO. My lord, away with her, take her aside.[122] O sir, forbear: your valour is already tried. Quickly despatch, my masters. [_They hang him in the arbour._ HORATIO. What, will ye murder me? LORENZO. Ay, thus and thus; these are the fruits of love. [_They stab him._ _Bell'-Imperia._ O, save his life, and let me die for him! O, save him, brother: save him, Balthazar; I lov'd Horatio; but he lov'd not me. BALTHAZAR. But Balthazar loves Bell'-Imperia. LORENZO. Although his life were still[123] ambitious, proud, Yet is he at the highest, now he is dead.