BAL. Both well and ill; it makes me glad and sad: Glad, that I know the hind'rer of my love; Sad, that I fear she hates me whom I love; Glad, that I know on whom to be reveng'd; Sad, that she'll fly me if I take revenge. Yet must I take revenge or die myself; For love resisted grows impatient. I think Horatio be my destin'd plague: First, in his hand he brandished a sword, And with that sword he fiercely waged war, And in that war he gave me dangerous wounds, And by those wounds he forced me to yield, And by my yielding I became his slave; Now, in his mouth he carries pleasing words, Which pleasing words do harbour sweet conceits, Which sweet conceits are lim'd with sly deceits, Which sly deceits smooth Bel-imperia's ears, And through her ears dive down into her heart, And in her heart set him, where I should stand. Thus hath he ta'en my body by his force, And now by sleight would captivate my soul; But in his fall I'll tempt the Destinies, And either lose my life or win my love. LOR. Let's go, my lord; our staying stays revenge. Do but follow me, and gain your love; Her favour must be won by his remove. Exeunt. [ACT II. SCENE 2.] [The Duke's Castle] Enter HORATIO and BEL-IMPERIA. HOR. Now, madame, since by favour of your love Our hidden smoke is turn'd to open flame, And that with looks and words we feed our thought,-- Two chief contents where more cannot be had,-- Thus in the midst of love's fair blandishments Why show you sign of inward languishments? PEDRINGANO showeth all to the PRINCE and LORENZO, placing them in secret. BEL. My heart, sweet friend, is like a ship at sea: She wisheth port, where, riding all at ease, She may repair what stormy times have worn, And, leaning on the shore, may sing with joy That pleasure follows pain, and bliss annoy. Possession of thy love is th' only port Wherein my heart, with fears and hopes long toss'd, Each hour doth wish and long to make resort, There to repair the joys that it hath lost, And, sitting safe, to sing in Cupid's choir That sweetest bliss is crown of love's desire. BALTHAZAR, above. BAL. O sleep, mine eyes; see not my love profan'd! Be deaf, my ears; hear not my discontent! Die, heart; another joys what thou deserv'st! LOR. Watch still, mine eyes, to see this love disjoin'd! Hear still, mine ears, to hear them both lament! Live, heart, to joy at fond Horatio's fall! BEL. Why stands Horatio speechless all this while? HOR. The less I speak, the more I meditate. BEL. But whereon dost thou chiefly meditate? HOR. On dangers past and pleasures to ensue. BAL. On pleasures past and dangers to ensue! BEL. What dangers and what pleasures dost thou mean?