King.
Hieronimo, I drink to thee for this device,
Which hath pleas'd both th' ambassador and me:
Pledge me, Hieronimo, if thou love the king.—
[Takes the cup of Horatio.
My lord, I fear we sit but overlong,
Unless our dainties were more delicate:
But welcome are you to the best we have.
Now let us in, that you[87] may be despatch'd;
I think our council is already set.[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Andrea's Ghost, with Revenge.
Andrea.
Come we for this from depth of underground,
To see him feast that gave me my death's wound?
These pleasant sights are sorrow to my soul;
Nothing but league, and love, and banqueting?
Revenge.
Be still, Andrea; ere we go from hence,
I'll turn their friendship into fell despite;
Their love to mortal hate, their day to-night;
Their hope into despair, their peace to war;
Their joys to pain, their bliss to misery.