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Sith heauen hath [thee ordainded] to be mine,

Disperce those cloudes and melanchollie lookes,

And cleere them vp with those thy sunne-bright eies,

Wherein my hope and heauens faire beautie lies!

BEL.

My lookes, my lord, are fitting for my loue,

Which, new begun, can shew no brighter yet.

BAL.

New kindled flames should burne as morning sun.

BEL.

But not too fast, least heate and all be done.

I see my lord my father.

BAL.

True, my loue;

I will goe salute him.

CAS.

Welcome, Balthazar,

Welcome, braue prince, the pledge of Castiles peace!

And welcome Bel-imperia! How now, girle?

Why commest thou sadly to salute vs thus?

Content thy-selfe, for I am satisfied.

It is not now as when Andrea liu'd;

We haue forgotten and forgiuen that,

And thou art graced with a happeir loue.

But, Balthazar, heere comes Hieronimo;

Ile haue a word with him.

Enter HIERONIMO and a SERUANT.

HIERO.And wheres the duke?

SER.

Yonder.

HIERO.Euen so.

[aside] What new deuice haue they deuised, tro?

Pocas palabras! Milde as the lambe!

Ist I will be reueng'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 Ile be gone; I thank you fort!

CAS.

Nay, stay, Hieronimo; goe call him, sonne.

LOR.

Hieronimo, my father craues a word with you.

HIERO.

With me, sir? Why, my l[ord], I thought you had done.

LOR.

[aside] No; would he had!

CAS.

Hieronimo, I hear

You finde your-selfe agreeued at my sonne,

Because you haue not accesse vnto the king,

And say tis he that intercepts your sutes.

HIERO.

Why, is not this a miserable thing, my lord?

CAS.

Hieronimo, I hope you haue no cause,

And would be loth that one of your deserts,

Should once haue reason to suspect my sonne,

Considering how I think of you my-selfe.

HIERO.

Your sonne Lorenzo? whome, my noble lord?

The hope of Spaine? mine honorable freend?

Graunt me the combat of them, if they dare!

Drawes out his sword.

Ile meet them face-to-face to tell me so!

These be the scandalous reports of such

As loues not me, and hate my lord too much.

Should I suspect Lorenzo would preuent

Or crosse my sute, that loued my sonne so well?

My lord, I am ashamed it should be said.

LOR.

Hieronimo, I neuer gaue you cause.

H[I]ERO. My good lord, I know you did not.

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,