No,[204] Balthazar doth fear as well as we:
Et tremulo metui pavidum junxere timorem,
Et vanum stolidæ proditionis opus. [Exit.
Lorenzo.
Nay, an' you argue things so cunningly,
We'll go continue this discourse at court.
Balthazar.
Led by the lodestar[205] of her heavenly looks,
Wends poor oppressed Balthazar,
As o'er the mountains walks the wanderer,
Incertain to effect his pilgrimage. [Exeunt.
Enter two Portingals, and Hieronimo meets them.
1 Portingal.
By your leave, sir.