To love and fear, and both at once, my lord, In my conceit are things of more import, Than women's wits are to be busied with. BALTHAZAR. 'Tis I that love. BELL'-IMPERIA. Whom? BALTHAZAR. Bell'-Imperia. BELL'-IMPERIA. But I, that fear. BALTHAZAR. Whom? BELL'-IMPERIA. Bell'-Imperia. LORENZO. Fear yourself? BELL'-IMPERIA. Ay, brother. LORENZO. How? BELL'-IMPERIA. As those that what[203] they love are loth and fear to lose. BALTHAZAR. Then, fair, let Balthazar your keeper be. BELL'-IMPERIA. No,[204] Balthazar doth fear as well as we: _Et tremulo metui pavidum junxere timorem,_ _Et vanum stolidæ proditionis opus._ [_Exit._ LORENZO. Nay, an' you argue things so cunningly, We'll go continue this discourse at court. BALTHAZAR. Led by the lodestar[205] of her heavenly looks, Wends poor oppressed Balthazar, As o'er the mountains walks the wanderer, Incertain to effect his pilgrimage. [_Exeunt._ _Enter two_ PORTINGALS, _and_ HIERONIMO _meets them_. 1 PORTINGAL. By your leave, sir. HIERONIMO.