BALTHAZAR
So good a work, I'll hasten.
[Exit Balthazar.]
KING
Onaelia! Oh she's drowned in tears! Onaelia,
Let me not die unpardoned at thy hands.
Enter Balthazar, Sebastian as a Friar with others.
CARDINAL
Here comes a better surgeon.
SEBASTIAN
Hail my good son
I come to be thy ghostly father.
KING
Ha?
My child! 'Tis my Sebastian, or some spirit
Sent in his shape to fright me.
BALTHAZAR 'Tis no goblin, Sir, feel. Your own flesh and blood, and much younger than you though he be bald, and calls you son. Had I been as ready to have cut his sheep's throat, as you were to send him to the shambles <61>, he had bleated no more. There's less chalk upon your score of sins by these round O'es <62>.
KING
Oh my dull soul look up, thou art somewhat lighter.
Noble Medina, see Sebastian lives.
Onaelia cease to weep, Sebastian lives.
Fetch me my crown. My sweetest pretty Friar
Can my hands do't, I'll raise thee one step higher.
Thou'st been in heaven's house all this while sweet boy?
SEBASTIAN
I had but coarse cheer.