CAS. There then pause, And, for the satisfaction of the world, Hieronimo, frequent my homely house, The Duke of Castile Ciprians ancient seat; And when thou wilt, vse me, my sonne, and it. But heere before Prince Balthazar and me Embrace each other, and be perfect freends. HIERO. I, marry, my lord, and shall! Freends, quoth he? See, Ile be freends with you all! Especially with you, my louely lord; For diuers causes it is fit for vs That we be freends. The world is suspitious, And men may think what we imagine not. BAL. Why this is freely doone, Hieronimo. LOR. And I hope olde grudges are forgot. HIERO. What els? it were a shame it should not be so! CAS. Come on, Hieronimo, at my request; Let vs entreat your company to-day! Exeunt. [CHORUS.] Enter GHOAST and REUENGE. GHOST. Awake Erictho! Cerberus, awake! Sollicite Pluto, gentle Proserpine! To combat, Achinon and Ericus in hell! For neere by Stix and Phlegeton [there came.] Nor ferried Caron to the fierie lakes, Such fearfull sights, as poore Andrea see[s]? Reuenge awake! REUENGE. Awake? for-why? GHOST. Awake, Reuenge! for thou art ill aduisde To sleepe away what thou art warnd to watch! REUENGE. Content thy-selfe, and doe not trouble me. GHOST. Awake, Reuenge, if loue, as loue hath had, Haue yet the power of preuailance in hell! Hieronimo with Lorenzo is ioynde in league, And intecepts our passage to reuenge. Awake, Reuenge, or we are woe-begone! REUENGE. Thus worldings ground what they haue dreamd vpon! Content thy-selfe, Andrea; though I sleepe, Yet is my mood soliciting their soules. Sufficeth thee that poore Hieronimo Cannot forget his sonne Horatio. Nor dies Reuegne although he sleepe a-while; For in vnquiet, quietnes is faind, And slumbring is a common worldly wile. Beholde, Andrea, for an instance how Reuenge hath slept; and then imagine thou What tis to be subiect to destinie. Enter a Dumme-show. GHOST. Awake, Reuenge! reueale this misterie! REUENGE. The two first [do] the nuptiall torches beare, As brightly burning as the mid-daies sunne; But after them doth Himen hie as fast, Clothed in sable and saffron robe, And blowes them out and quencheth them with blood, As discontent that things continue so. GHOST. Sufficeth me; thy meanings vnderstood, And thanks to thee and those infernall powers That will not tollerate a louers woe. Rest thee; for I will sit to see the rest. REUENGE. Then argue not; for thou hast thy request. Exeunt. [ACT IV. SCENE 1.] [The DUKE's castle.] Enter BEL-IMPERIA and HIERONIMO.