But why had I no notice of his ire?
Lorenzo.
That were to add more fuel to your[200] fire,
Who burnt like Ætna, for Andrea's loss.
Bell'-Imperia.
Hath not my father then inquir'd for me?
Lorenzo.
Sister, he hath, and thus excus'd I thee.
[He whispereth in her ear.
But, Bell'-Imperia, see the gentle prince;
Look on thy love, behold young Balthazar,
Whose passions by thy presence are increas'd;
And in whose melancholy thou may'st see
Thy hate, his[201] love: thy flight, his following thee.
Bell'-Imperia.