| King. | Do so, my lord, and if he give consent, | |
| | I hope his presence here will honour us, | |
| | In celebration of the nuptial day; | |
| | And let himself determine of the time. | |
| Amb. | Will't please your grace command me ought beside? | |
| King. | Commend me to the king, and so farewell. | |
| | But where's Prince Balthazar to take his leave? | 30 |
| Amb. | That is perform'd already, my good lord. | |
| King. | Amongst the rest of what you have in charge, | |
| | The prince's ransom must not be forgot: | |
| | That's none of mine, but his that took him prisoner; | |
| | And well his forwardness deserves reward: | |
| | It was Horatio, our knight marshal's son. | |
| Amb. | Between us there's a price already pitch'd, | |
| | And shall be sent with all convenient speed. | |
| King. | Then once again farewell, my lord. | |
| Amb. | Farewell, my lord of Castile, and the rest. | [Exit. |
| King. | Now, brother, you must take some little pains | 41 |
| | To win fair Bellimperia from her will: | |
| | Young virgins must be rulèd by their friends. | |
| | The prince is amiable, and loves her well; | |
| | If she neglect him and forgo his love, | |
| | She both will wrong her own estate and ours. | |
| | Therefore, whiles I do entertain the prince | |
| | With greatest pleasure that our court affords, | |
| | Endeavour you to win your daughter's thought: | |
| | If she give back, all this will come to naught. | 50 |
| | | [Exeunt. |