t,
For ioy that Bel-imperia sits in sight!

BEL. No; Cupid counterfeits the nightingale,
To frame sweet musick to Horatios tale.

HOR. If Cupid sing, then Venus is not farre,--
I, thou art Venus, or some fairer starre!

BEL. If I be Venus, thou must needs be Mars;
And where Mars raigneth, there must needs be warres.

HOR. Then thus begin our wars: put forth thy hand,
That it may combat with my ruder hand.

BEL. Set forth thy foot to try the push of mine.

HOR. But, first, my lookes shall combat against thee.

BEL. Then ward thy-selfe! I dart this kiss as thee.

HOR. Thus I [return] the dart thou threwest at me!

BEL. Nay then, to gaine the glory of the field,
My twining armes shall yoake and make thee yeeld.

HOR. Nay then, my armes are large and strong withall:
Thus elmes by vines are compast till they fall.

BEL. O, let me goe, for in my troubled eyes
Now maist thou read that life in passion dies!

HOR. O, stay a-while, and I will dye with thee;
So shalt thou yeeld, and yet haue conquerd me.

BEL. Whose there? Pedringano? We are betraide!

Enter LORENZO, BALTHAZAR, CERBERIN,
PEDRINGANO, disguised.

LOR. My lord, away with her! take her aside!
O sir, forbeare, your valour is already tride.
Quickly dispatch, my maisters.

Th[e]y hang him in the arbor.

HOR. What, will you murder me?

LOR. I; thus! and thus! these are the fruits of loue!

They stab him.

BEL. O, saue his life, and let me dye for him!
O, saue him, brother! saue him, Balthazar!
I loued Horatio, but he loued not me.

BAL. But Balthazar loues Bel-imperia.

LOR. Although his life were still ambitious, proud,
Yet is he at the highest now he is dead.

BEL. Murder! murder! helpe! Hieronimo, helpe!

LOR. Come, stop her mouth! away with her!

Exeunt.

Enter HIERONIMO in his shirt, &c.

HIERO. What outcried pluck me from my naked bed,
And chill my throbbing hart with trembling feare,
Which neuer danger yet could daunt before?
Who cals Hieronimo? speak; heare I am!
I did not slumber; therefore twas no dreame.
No, no; it was some woman cride for helpe.
And heere within this garden did she crie,
And in this garden must I rescue her.
But stay! what