CASTILE. I tell thee, son, myself have heard it said, When (to my sorrow) I have been asham'd To answer for thee, though thou art[257] my son. Lorenzo, know'st thou not the common love And kindness, that Hieronimo hath won By his deserts within the court of Spain? Or seest thou not the king my brother's care In his behalf, and to procure his health? Lorenzo, shouldst thou thwart his passions, And he exclaim against thee to the king, What honour were't in this assembly, Or what a scandal were't among the kings, To hear Hieronimo exclaim on thee? Tell me, and look, thou tell me truly too,[258] Whence grows the ground of this report in court? LORENZO. My lord, it lies not in Lorenzo's power To stop the vulgar, liberal[259] of their tongues: A small advantage makes a water-breach, And no man lives, that long contenteth all. CASTILE. Myself have seen thee busy to keep back Him and his supplications from the king. LORENZO. Yourself, my lord, have seen his passions, That ill-beseem'd the presence of a king: And for I pitied him in his distress, I held him thence with kind and courteous words, As free from malice to Hieronimo, As to my soul, my lord. CASTILE. Hieronimo, my son, mistakes thee then. LORENZO. My gracious father, believe me, so he doth; But what's a silly man, distract in mind, To think upon the murder of his son? Alas! how easy is it for him to err? But for his satisfaction and the world's, 'Twere good, my lord, that[260] Hieronimo and I Were reconcil'd, if he misconstrue me. CASTILE. Lorenzo, thou hast said; it shall be so. Go, one of you, and call Hieronimo. _Enter_ BALTHAZAR _and_ BELL'-IMPERIA. BALTHAZAR. Come, Bell'-Imperia, Balthazar's content, My sorrow's ease and sovereign of my bliss, Sith heaven hath ordain'd thee[261] to be mine: Disperse those clouds and melancholy looks, And clear[262] them up with those thy sun-bright eyes, Wherein my hope and heaven's fair beauty lies. BELL'-IMPERIA. My looks, my lord, are fitting for my love Which (new-begun) can show no brighter yet. BALTHAZAR. New-kindled flames should burn as morning sun. BELL'-IMPERIA. But not too fast, lest heat and all be done. I see my lord my father. BALTHAZAR. Truce, my love; I will go salute him. CASTILE.