Now, brother, you must take some little pains[117]
To win fair Bell'-Imperia from her will;
Young virgins must be ruled by their friends:
The prince is amiable, and loves her well:
If she neglect him and forego his love,
She both will wrong her own estate and ours;
Therefore, whiles I do entertain the prince
With greatest pleasure[118] that our court affords,
Endeavour you to win your daughter's thought:
If she give back, all this will come to nought.
[Exeunt.
Enter Horatio, Bell'-Imperia, and Pedringano.
Horatio.
Now that the night begins with sable wings
To overcloud the brightness of the sun,
And that in darkness pleasures may be done;
Come, Bell'-Imperia, let us to the bower,
And there in safety pass a pleasant hour.
Bell'-Imperia.
I follow thee, my love, and will not back,
Although my fainting heart controls my soul.
Horatio.
Why, make you doubt of Pedringano's faith?
Bell'-Imperia.