CAS. Myself have seen thee busy to keep back
Him and his supplications from the king.
LOR. Yourself, my lord, hath seen his passions,
That ill beseem'd the presence of a king;
And, for I pitied him in his distress,
I held him thence with kind and courteous words,
As free from malice to Hieronimo
As to my soul, my lord.
CAS. Hieronimo, my son, mistakes thee then.
LOR. My gracious father, believe me, so he doth;
But what's a silly man, distract in mind,
To think upon the murder of his son?
Alas, how easy is it for him to err!
But, for his satisfaction and the world's,
'Twere good, my lord, that Hieronimo and I
Were reconcil'd, if he misconstrue me.
CAS. Lorenzo, that hast said; it shall be so!
Go, one of you, and call Hieronimo.
Enter BALTHAZAR and BEL-IMPERIA.
BAL. Come, Bel-imperia, Balthazar's content,
My sorrow's ease, and sovereign of my bliss,—
Sith heav'n hath ordain'd thee to be mine,
Disperse those clouds and melancholy looks,
And clear them up with those thy sun-bright eyes,
Wherein my hope and heav'n's fair beauty lies!
BEL. My looks, my lord, are fitting for my love,
Which, new begun, can show no brighter yet.
BAL. New kindled flames should burn as morning sun.
BEL. But not too fast, least heat and all be done.
I see my lord my father.