VALASCO
The fellow is not dead, but wounded sir.
QUEEN
After him Malateste. In our lodging
Stay that rough fellow, he's the man shall do't.
Haste or my hopes are lost.
Exit Malateste.
Why are you sad, sir?
KING
For thee, Paulina, swell my troubled thoughts
Like billows beaten by two warring winds.
QUEEN
Be you ruled but ruled by me, I'll make a calm
Smooth as the breast of heaven.
KING
Instruct me how.
QUEEN
You, as your fortunes tie you, are inclined
To have the blow given.
KING
Where's the instrument?
QUEEN
'Tis found in Balthazar.