AMBASS. Renown'd king, he hath receiv'd and read
Thy kingly proffers and thy promis'd league,
And, as a man extremely over-joy'd
To hear his son so princely entertain'd,
Whose death he had so solemnly bewail'd,
This, for thy further satisfaction
And kingly love, he kindly lets thee know:
First, for the marriage of his princely son
With Bel-imperia, thy beloved niece,
The news are more delightful to his soul
Then myrrh or incense to the offended Heav'ns.
In person, therefore, will be come himself
To see the marriage rites solemnized
And in the presence of the court of Spain
To knit a sure inextricable band
Of kingly love and everlasting league
Betwixt the crowns of Spain and Portingal.
There will he give his crown to Balthazar,
And make a queen of Bel-imperia.
KING. Brother, how like you this our viceroy's love?
CAST. No doubt, my lord, it is an argument
Of honourable care to keep his friend
And wondrous zeal to Balthazar, his son.
Nor am I least indebted to his Grace,
That bends his liking to my daughter thus.
AMBASS. Now last, dread lord, here hath his Highness sent—
Although he send not that his son return—
His ransom due to Don Horatio.
HIERO. Horatio? who calls Horatio?
KING. And well remember'd, thank his Majesty!
Here, see it given to Horatio.
HIERO. Justice! O justice! justice, gentle king!
KING. Who is that? Hieronimo?
HIERO. Justice! O justice! O my son! my son!
My son, whom naught can ransom or redeem!
LOR. Hieronimo, you are not well advis'd.