And now to meet these[252] Portingals: For as we now are, so sometimes were these, Kings and commanders of the Western Indies. Welcome, brave Viceroy to the court of Spain, And welcome all his honourable train. 'Tis not unknown to us, for why you come, Or have so kingly cross'd the raging seas:[253] Sufficeth[254] it, in this we note the troth And more than common love you lend to us. So is it that mine honourable niece, (For it beseems us now that it be known), Already is betroth'd to Balthazar: And by appointment and condescent To-morrow are they[255] to be married. To this intent we entertain thyself, Thy followers, their pleasure,[256] and our peace. Speak, men of Portingal, shall it be so? If ay, say so; if not, say flatly, no. VICEROY. Renowned king, I come not, as thou think'st, With doubtful followers, unresolved men, But such as have upon thine articles Confirm'd thy motion, and contented me. Know, sovereign, I come to solemnise The marriage of thy beloved niece, Fair Bell'-Imperia, with my Balthazar, With thee, my son; whom sith I live to see, Here take my crown, I give it her and thee: And let me live a solitary life, In ceaseless prayers, to think How strangely heav'n hath thee preserved. KING. See, brother, see, how nature strives in him! Come, worthy Viceroy, and accompany Thy friend with thine extremities: A place more private fits this princely mood. VICEROY. Or here, or where your highness thinks it good. [_Exeunt all but_ CAST. _and_ LORENZO. CASTILE. Nay, stay, Lorenzo, let me talk with you: See'st thou this entertainment of these kings? LORENZO. I do, my lord, and joy to see the same. CASTILE. And know'st thou why this meeting is? LORENZO. For her, my lord, whom Balthazar doth love, And to confirm the promis'd marriage. CASTILE. She is thy sister. LORENZO. Who? Bell'-Imperia? Ay, my gracious lord; and this Is th' day, that I have long'd so happily to see. CASTILE. Thou wouldst be loth that any fault of thine Should intercept her in her happiness! LORENZO. Heav'ns will not let Lorenzo err so much. CASTILE. Why then, Lorenzo, listen to my words: It is suspected, and reported too, That thou, Lorenzo, wrong'st Hieronimo; And in his suits towards his majesty Still keep'st him back, and seek'st to cross his suit. LORENZO. That I, my lord?