1 WATCH. On to Hieronimo's:[163] help me here To bring the murder'd body with us too. PEDRINGANO. Hieronimo? carry me before whom you will, Whate'er he be, I'll answer him and you; And do your worst, for I defy you all. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ LORENZO _and_ BALTHAZAR. BALTHAZAR. How now, my lord, what makes you rise so soon? LORENZO. Fear of preventing our mishaps too late. BALTHAZAR. What mischief is it that we not mistrust? LORENZO. Our greatest ills we least mistrust, my lord, And inexpected harms do hurt us most. BALTHAZAR. Why, tell me, Don Lorenzo--tell me, man-- If aught concerns our honour and your own? LORENZO. Nor[164] you, nor me, my lord, but both in one: For I suspect, and the presumption's great, That by those base confederates in our fault, Touching the death of Don Horatio, We are betray'd to old Hieronimo. BALTHAZAR. Betray'd, Lorenzo? tush! it cannot be. LORENZO. A guilty conscience, urged with the thought Of former evils, easily cannot err: I am persuaded, and dissuade me not, That all's revealed to Hieronimo, And therefore know that I have cast it thus. _Enter_ PAGE. But here's the page. How now? what news with thee? PAGE. My lord, Serberine is slain. BALTHAZAR. Who? Serberine my man? PAGE. Your highness' man, my lord. LORENZO. Speak, page, who murder'd him? PAGE. He that is apprehended for the fact. LORENZO. Who? PAGE. Pedringano. BALTHAZAR. Is[165] Serberine slain, that lov'd his lord so well? Injurious villain, murderer of his friend! LORENZO. Hath Pedringano murder'd Serberine? My lord, let me entreat you to take the pains To exasperate and hasten his revenge With your complaints unto my lord the king: This their dissension breeds a greater doubt. BALTHAZAR. Assure thee, Don Lorenzo, he shall die, Or else his highness hardly shall deny. Meanwhile I'll haste the marshal-sessions: For die he shall for this his damned deed. [_Exit_ BALTHAZAR. LORENZO.