Whatever joy earth yields, betide[308] your majesty.
Balthazar.
Earth yields no joy without Perseda's love.
Hieronimo.
Let then[309] Perseda on your grace attend.
Balthazar.
She shall not wait on me, but I on her,
Drawn by the influence of her lights, I yield:
But let my friend the Rhodian knight come forth,
Erastus, dearer than my life to me,
That he may see Perseda my belov'd.
Enter Erastus.
King.