Draws out his sword.
I'll meet them face-to-face to tell me so!
These be the scandalous reports of such
As love not me, and hate my lord too much.
Should I suspect Lorenzo would prevent
Or cross my suit, that lov'd my son so well?
My lord, I am asham'd it should be said.
LOR. Hieronimo, I never gave you cause.
HIERO. My good lord, I know you did not.
CAS. There then pause,
And, for the satisfaction of the world,
Hieronimo, frequent my homely house,
The Duke of Castile Ciprian's ancient seat;
And when thou wilt, use me, my son, and it.
But here before Prince Balthazar and me
Embrace each other, and be perfect friends.
HIERO. Aye, marry, my lord, and shall!
Friends, quoth he? See, I'll be friends with you all!
Especially with you, my lovely lord;
For divers causes it is fit for us
That we be friends. The world is suspicious,
And men may think what we imagine not.
BAL. Why this is freely done, Hieronimo.
LOR. And I hope old grudges are forgot.
HIERO. What else? it were a shame it should not
be so!
CAS. Come on, Hieronimo, at my request;
Let us entreat your company today!