Castile.
Myself have seen thee busy to keep back
Him and his supplications from the king.
Lorenzo.
Yourself, my lord, have seen his passions,
That ill-beseem'd the presence of a king:
And for I pitied him in his distress,
I held him thence with kind and courteous words,
As free from malice to Hieronimo,
As to my soul, my lord.
Castile.
Hieronimo, my son, mistakes thee then.
Lorenzo.
My gracious father, believe me, so he doth;
But what's a silly man, distract in mind,
To think upon the murder of his son?
Alas! how easy is it for him to err?
But for his satisfaction and the world's,
'Twere good, my lord, that[260] Hieronimo and I
Were reconcil'd, if he misconstrue me.
Castile.