Enter Balthazar, Bell'-Imperia, and Hieronimo.
Balthazar.
Bashaw, that Rhodes is ours yield heav'ns the honour,
And holy Mahomet our sacred prophet!
And be thou grac'd with every excellence,
That Solyman can give, or thou desire.
But thy desert in conquering Rhodes is less,
Than in reserving this fair Christian[307] nymph
Perseda, blissful lamp of excellence,
Whose eyes compel, like powerful adamant,
The warlike heart of Solyman to wait.
King.
See, Viceroy, that is Balthazar your son,
That represents the emperor Solyman:
How well he acts his amorous passion! [Aside.
Viceroy.
Ay, Bell'-Imperia hath taught him that. [Aside.
Castile.
That's because his mind runs all on Bell'-Imperia.
Hieronimo.