BAL. Come, Bel-imperia, Balthazar's content, My sorrow's ease, and sovereign of my bliss,-- Sith heav'n hath ordain'd thee to be mine, Disperse those clouds and melancholy looks, And clear them up with those thy sun-bright eyes, Wherein my hope and heav'n's fair beauty lies! BEL. My looks, my lord, are fitting for my love, Which, new begun, can show no brighter yet. BAL. New kindled flames should burn as morning sun. BEL. But not too fast, least heat and all be done. I see my lord my father. BAL. True, my love; I will go salute him. CAS. Welcome, Balthazar, Welcome, brave prince, the pledge of Castile's peace! And welcome Bel-imperia! How now, girl? Why com'st thou sadly to salute us thus? Content thyself, for I am satisfied. It is not now as when Andrea liv'd; We have forgotten and forgiven that, And thou art graced with a happier love. But, Balthazar, here comes Hieronimo; I'll have a word with him. Enter HIERONIMO and a SERVANT. HIERO. And where's the duke? SER. Yonder. HIERO. Even so. [aside] What new device have they devised, trow? Pocas palabras! Mild as the lamb! Is't I will be reveng'd? No, I am not the man. CAS. Welcome, Hieronimo! LOR. Welcome, Hieronimo! BAL. Welcome, Hieronimo! HIERO. My lords, I thank you for Horatio. CAS. Hieronimo, the reason that I sent To speak with you is this-- HIERO. What? so short? Then I'll be gone; I thank you for't! CAS. Nay, stay, Hieronimo; go call him, son. LOR. Hieronimo, my father craves a word with you. HIERO. With me, sir? Why, my lord, I thought you had done. LOR. [aside] No; would he had! CAS. Hieronimo, I hear You find yourself aggrieved at my son, Because you have not access unto the king, And say 'tis he that intercepts your suits. HIERO. Why, is not this a miserable thing, my lord? CAS. Hieronimo, I hope you have no cause, And would be loath that one of your deserts Should once have reason to suspect my son, Considering how I think of you myself. HIERO. Your son Lorenzo? whom, my noble lord? The hope of Spain? mine honourable friend? Grant me the combat of them, if they dare! Draws out his sword. I'll meet them face-to-face to tell me so! These be the scandalous reports of such As love not me, and hate my lord too much. Should I suspect Lorenzo would prevent Or cross my suit, that lov'd my son so well? My lord, I am asham'd it should be said. LOR. Hieronimo, I never gave you cause. HIERO. My good lord, I know you did not.