BEL. Hieronimo, I will consent, conceal,
And aught that may effect for thine avail,
Join with thee to revenge Horatio's death.
HIER. On then, and whatsoever I devise,
Let me entreat you grace my practice,
For-why the plot's already in mine head.—
Here they are!
Enter BALTHAZAR and LORENZO.
BAL. How now, Hieronimo?
What, courting Bel-imperia?
HIERO. Aye, my lord,
Such courting as, I promise you,
She hath my heart, but you, my lord, have hers.
LOR. But now, Hieronimo, or never
We are to entreat your help.
HIE. My help?
Why, my good lords, assure yourselves of me;
For you have giv'n me cause,—
Aye, by my faith, have you!
BAL. It pleased you
At the entertainment of the ambassador,
To grace the King so much as with a show;
Now were your study so well furnished
As, for the passing of the first night's sport,
To entertain my father with the like,
Or any such like pleasing motion,
Assure yourself it would content them well.
HIERO. Is this all?
BAL. Aye, this is all.