Castile.
I go.
Viceroy.
Go forth, Don Pedro, for thy nephew's sake,
And greet the Duke of Castile.
Pedro.
It shall be so.[251]
King.
And now to meet these[252] Portingals:
For as we now are, so sometimes were these,
Kings and commanders of the Western Indies.
Welcome, brave Viceroy to the court of Spain,
And welcome all his honourable train.
'Tis not unknown to us, for why you come,
Or have so kingly cross'd the raging seas:[253]
Sufficeth[254] it, in this we note the troth
And more than common love you lend to us.
So is it that mine honourable niece,
(For it beseems us now that it be known),
Already is betroth'd to Balthazar:
And by appointment and condescent
To-morrow are they[255] to be married.
To this intent we entertain thyself,
Thy followers, their pleasure,[256] and our peace.
Speak, men of Portingal, shall it be so?
If ay, say so; if not, say flatly, no.
Viceroy.