Hieronimo.
On,[279] then; whatsoever I devise,
Let me entreat you, grace my practices:
For why the plot's already in mine head.
Here they are—
Enter Balthazar and Lorenzo.
Balthazar.
How now, Hieronimo? what, courting Bell'-Imperia?
Hieronimo.
Ay, my lord, such courting as, I promise you,
She hath my heart; but you, my lord, have hers.
Lorenzo.
But now, Hieronimo, or never we are to entreat your help.