CAS. There then pause, And, for the satisfaction of the world, Hieronimo, frequent my homely house, The Duke of Castile Ciprian'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. HIERO. Aye, 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. BAL. Why this is freely done, Hieronimo. LOR. And I hope old grudges are forgot. HIERO. What else? it were a shame it should not be so! CAS. Come on, Hieronimo, at my request; Let us entreat your company today! Exeunt. [CHORUS.] Enter GHOST and REVENGE. GHOST. Awake Erictho! Cerberus, awake! Solicit Pluto, gentle Proserpine! To combat, Acheron and Erebus in hell! For ne'er by Styx and Phlegeton there came, Nor ferried Charon to the fiery lakes, Such fearful sights, as poor Andrea sees! Revenge awake! REVENGE. Awake? For why? GHOST. Awake, Revenge! for thou art ill advis'd To sleep away what thou 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 worldings ground what they have dream'd upon! Content thyself, Andrea; though I sleep, Yet is 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, 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. The two first do the nuptial torches bear, As brightly burning as the midday's sun; But after them doth Hymen hie as fast, Clothed in sable and a saffron robe, And blows them out and quencheth them with blood, As discontent that things continue so. GHOST. Sufficeth me; thy meanings understood, And thanks to thee and those infernal powers That will not tolerate a lover's woe. Rest thee; for I will sit to see the rest. REVENGE. Then argue not; for thou hast thy request. Exeunt. [ACT IV. SCENE 1.] [The DUKE's castle.] Enter BEL-IMPERIA and HIERONIMO.