AMBASS. That is perform'd already, my good lord.
KING. Amongst the rest of what you have in charge,
The prince's ransom must not be forgot:
That's none of mine, but his that took him prisoner,—
And well his forwardness deserves reward:
It was Horatio, our knight-marshall's son.
AMBASS. Between us there's a price already pitch'd,
And shall be sentwith all convenient speed.
KING. Then once again farewell, my lord!
AMBASS. Farwell, my lord of Castile, and the rest!
Exit.
KING. Now, brother, you must make some little pains
To win fair Bel-imperia from her will;
Young virgins must be ruled by their friends.
The prince is amiable, and loves her well;
If she neglect him and forgo his love,
She both will wrong her own estate and ours.
Therefore, whiles I do entertain the prince
With greatest pleasure that our court affords,
Endeavor you to win your daughter's thought.
If she give back, all this will come to naught.
Exeunt.
[ACT II. SCENE 4.]
[HORATIO's garden.]