Lorenzo.
A guilty conscience, urged with the thought
Of former evils, easily cannot err:
I am persuaded, and dissuade me not,
That all's revealed to Hieronimo,
And therefore know that I have cast it thus.
Enter Page.
But here's the page. How now? what news with thee?
Page.
My lord, Serberine is slain.
Balthazar.
Who? Serberine my man?
Page.