These clouds will ouerblow with little winde;
Let me alone, Ill scatter them my-selfe.
Meane-while let vs deuise to spend the time
In some delightfull sports and reuelling.

HOR. The king, my lords, is comming hither straight
To feast the Portingall embassadour;
Things were in readiness before I came.

BAL. Then heere it fits vs to attend the king,
To welcome hither our embassadour,
And learne my father and my countries health.

Enter the banquet, TRUMPETS, the KING,
and EMBASSADOUR.

KING. See, lord embassador, how Spaine intreats
Their prisoner Balthazar, thy viceroyes sonne:
We pleasure more in kindenes than in warres.

EMBASS. Sad is our king, and Portingale laments,
Supposing that Don Balthazar is slaine.

BAL. [aside] So am I, slaine by beauties tirannie! --
You see, my lord, how Balthazar is slaine:
I frolike with the Duke of Castilles sonne,
Wrapt euery houre in pleasures of the court,
And graste with fauours of his Maiestie.

KING. Put off your greetings till our feast be done;