Balthazar.
Why, this is friendly done, Hieronimo.
Lorenzo.
And that, I hope, old grudges are forgot.
Hieronimo.
What else? it were a shame it should not be so.
Castile.
Come on, Hieronimo, at my request,
Let us entreat your company to-day. [Exeunt.
Hieronimo.
Your lordship's to command. Pha! Keep your way.