What means this unexpected miracle? My son slain by Lorenzo and the prince! What cause had they Horatio to malign? Or what might move thee, Bell'-Imperia, To accuse thy brother, had he been the mean? Hieronimo, beware, thou art betray'd, And to entrap thy life this train is laid: Advise thee therefore, be not credulous; This is devised to endanger thee, That thou by this Lorenzo shouldst accuse; And he, for thy dishonour done, should draw Thy life in question and thy name in hate. Dear was the life of my beloved son, And of his death behoves me be reveng'd: Then hazard not thine own, Hieronimo; But live t' effect thy resolution. I therefore will by circumstances try, What I can gather to confirm this writ; And, heark'ning[151] near the Duke of Castile's house, Close, if I can, with Bell'-Imperia, To listen more, but nothing to bewray.[152] _Enter_ PEDRINGANO. HIERONIMO. Now, Pedringano! PEDRINGANO. Now, Hieronimo! HIERONIMO. Where's thy lady? PEDRINGANO. I know not: here's my lord. _Enter_ LORENZO. LORENZO. How now, who's this? Hieronimo? HIERONIMO. My lord. PEDRINGANO. He asketh for my lady Bell'-Imperia. LORENZO. What to do, Hieronimo? the duke my father hath, Upon some disgrace, awhile remov'd her hence; But if it be aught I may inform her of, Tell me, Hieronimo, and I'll let her know it. HIERONIMO. Nay, nay, my lord, I thank you; it shall not need. I had a suit unto her, but too late, And her disgrace makes me unfortunate. LORENZO.[153] Why so, Hieronimo? use me. HIERONIMO. O no, my lord; I dare not, it must not be: I humbly thank your lordship. LORENZO. Why then, farewell. HIERONIMO. My grief no heart, my thoughts no tongue, can tell. [_Exit._ LORENZO. Come hither, Pedringano; see'st thou this? PEDRINGANO. My lord, I see it, and suspect it too. LORENZO. This is that damned villain Serberine, That hath, I fear, reveal'd Horatio's death. PEDRINGANO. My lord, he could not, 'twas so lately done; And since he hath not left my company. LORENZO.