Balthazar.
Truce, my love; I will go salute him.
Castile.
Welcome, Balthazar, welcome, brave prince,
The pledge of Castile's peace;—
And welcome, Bell'-Imperia: how now, girl?
Why com'st thou sadly to salute us thus?
Content thyself, for I am satisfied;
It is not now as when Andrea liv'd,
We have forgotten and forgiven that,
And thou art graced with a happier love:—
But, Balthazar, here comes Hieronimo;
I'll have a word with him.
Enter Hieronimo and a Servant.
Hieronimo.
And where's the duke?
Servant.
Yonder.
Hieronimo.