Pedringano.
Even him, my lord.
Lorenzo.
Now say but how know'st thou he[97] is in love,
And thou shalt find me kind and liberal:
Stand up, I say, and fearless tell the truth.
Pedringano.
She sent him letters, which myself perus'd,
Full-fraught with lines and arguments of love,
Preferring him before Prince Balthazar.
Lorenzo.
Swear on this cross,[98] that what thou say'st is true;
And that thou wilt conceal what thou hast told.
Pedringano.