Lorenzo, thou hast said; it shall be so.
Go, one of you, and call Hieronimo.
Enter Balthazar and Bell'-Imperia.
Balthazar.
Come, Bell'-Imperia, Balthazar's content,
My sorrow's ease and sovereign of my bliss,
Sith heaven hath ordain'd thee[261] to be mine:
Disperse those clouds and melancholy looks,
And clear[262] them up with those thy sun-bright eyes,
Wherein my hope and heaven's fair beauty lies.
Bell'-Imperia.
My looks, my lord, are fitting for my love
Which (new-begun) can show no brighter yet.
Balthazar.
New-kindled flames should burn as morning sun.
Bell'-Imperia.
But not too fast, lest heat and all be done.
I see my lord my father.