BAL. Then, fair, let Balthazar your keeper be.
BEL. No, Balthazar doth fear as well as we;
Et tremulo metui pavidum junxere timorem,
Est vanum stolidae proditionis opus.
Exit.
LOR. Nay, and you argue things so cunningly,
We'll go continue this discourse at court.
BAL. Led by the loadstar of her heav'nly looks,
Wends poor oppressed Balthazar,
As o'er the mountains walks the wanderer
Incertain to effect his pilgrimage.
Exeunt.
[ACT III. SCENE 11.]
[A street.]
Enter two PORTINGALES, and HIERONIMO meets them.
I PORT. By your leave, sir.