Pedringano.
He asketh for my lady Bell'-Imperia.
Lorenzo.
What to do, Hieronimo? the duke my father hath,
Upon some disgrace, awhile remov'd her hence;
But if it be aught I may inform her of,
Tell me, Hieronimo, and I'll let her know it.
Hieronimo.
Nay, nay, my lord, I thank you; it shall not need.
I had a suit unto her, but too late,
And her disgrace makes me unfortunate.
Lorenzo.[153]
Why so, Hieronimo? use me.
Hieronimo.
O no, my lord; I dare not, it must not be:
I humbly thank your lordship.