[Draws out his sword.
I'll meet him face to face to tell me so.
These be the scandalous reports of such,
As love not me, and hate my lord too much;
Should I suspect Lorenzo would prevent
Or cross my suit, that lov'd my son so well?—
My lord, I am asham'd it should be said.
Lorenzo.
Hieronimo, I never gave you cause.
Hieronimo.
My good lord, I know you did not.
Castile.
There pause;
And for the satisfaction of the world,
Hieronimo, frequent my homely house,
The Duke of Castile, Cyprian's ancient seat;
And when thou wilt, use me, my son, and it:
But here before Prince Balthazar and me,
Embrace each other, and be perfect friends.
Hieronimo.
Ay, marry, my lord, and shall;
Friends, quoth he? see, I'll be friends with you all:
Especially with you, my lovely lord;
For divers causes it is fit for us,
That we be friends; the world is suspicious,
And men may think what we imagine not.