My good lord, I know you did not. CASTILE. There pause; And for the satisfaction of the world, Hieronimo, frequent my homely house, The Duke of Castile, Cyprian's ancient seat; And when thou wilt, use me, my son, and it: But here before Prince Balthazar and me, Embrace each other, and be perfect friends. HIERONIMO. Ay, marry, my lord, and shall; Friends, quoth he? see, I'll be friends with you all: Especially with you, my lovely lord; For divers causes it is fit for us, That we be friends; the world is suspicious, And men may think what we imagine not. BALTHAZAR. Why, this is friendly done, Hieronimo. LORENZO. And that, I hope, old grudges are forgot. HIERONIMO. What else? it were a shame it should not be so. CASTILE. Come on, Hieronimo, at my request, Let us entreat your company to-day. [_Exeunt._ HIERONIMO. Your lordship's to command. Pha! Keep your way. _Mi! chi mi fa piu carrezze che non suole,_ _Tradito mi ha, o tradir mi vuole._[265] [_Exit._ _Enter_ GHOST _and_ REVENGE. GHOST. Awake, Alecto:[266] Cerberus, awake, Solicit Pluto, gentle Proserpine, To combat Acheron and Erebus in hell; Or near-by Styx and Phlegethon; Nor ferried Charon to the fiery lakes Such fearful sights, as poor Andrea sees. Revenge, awake. REVENGE. Awake? for why?[267] GHOST. Awake, Revenge; for thou art ill-advis'd To sleep--awake: what, thou[268] art warn'd to watch! REVENGE. Content thyself, and do not trouble me. GHOST. Awake, Revenge; if love, as love hath had, Have yet the power of prevalence in hell: Hieronimo with Lorenzo is join'd in league, And intercepts our passage to revenge: Awake, Revenge, or we are woe-begone. REVENGE. Thus worldlings ground what they have dream'd upon. Content thyself, Andrea, though I sleep, Yet is[269] my mood soliciting their souls: Sufficeth thee that poor Hieronimo Cannot forget his son Horatio; Nor dies Revenge, although he sleep awhile: For in unquiet quietness is feign'd,[270] And slumb'ring is a common worldly wile. Behold, Andrea, for an instance, how Revenge hath slept, and then imagine thou, What 'tis to be subject to destiny. _Enter a Dumb-Show._ GHOST. Awake, Revenge, reveal this mystery. REVENGE.