And know'st thou why this meeting is?
Lorenzo.
For her, my lord, whom Balthazar doth love,
And to confirm the promis'd marriage.
Castile.
She is thy sister.
Lorenzo.
Who? Bell'-Imperia? Ay, my gracious lord; and this
Is th' day, that I have long'd so happily to see.
Castile.
Thou wouldst be loth that any fault of thine
Should intercept her in her happiness!