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Enter Motto, Raphe bringing in Alberdure.
Motto.
So sir, lay euen downe your handie worke.

Rap.

Nay sir, your handie worke, for you were the
cause of his drowning.

Mot.

I, I defie thee: wert not thou next him when
he leapt into the Riuer?

Rap.
O monstrous lyar.

Mot.
Lye, you peasant, go too, Ile go tell the Duke.

Rap.
I sir, Ile go with you I warrant you.

Exeunt.
Alb.
What sodain cold is this that makes me shake,
Whose veines euen now were fill'd with raging fire?
How am I thus all wet, what water's this,
That lies so ycelike, freezing in my blood?
I thinke the cold of it hath cur'd my heate,
For I am better tempred then before:
But in what vnacquainted place am I?
O where is my Hyanthe, where's Leander?
What all alone? nothing but woods and streames,
I cannot guesse whence these euents should grow.

Enter Peasant.
Pea.
O that I could lose my way for another cup now,
I was well paide for it yfaith.

Alb.
Yonder is one, Ile enquire of him.
Fellow ho? Peasant?

Pea.
Aie me, the mad man againe, the mad man.

Alb.
Saie, whither fliest thou?

Pea.
Pray let me goe sir, I am not Hyanthie,
In truth I am not sir.

Alb.
Hyanthie villaine, wherfore namest thou her?

Pea.
If I haue any scarres in my belly,
Pray God I starue sir.

Alb.
The wretch is mad I thinke.

Pea.
Not I sir, but you be not madde, you are well amended sir.

Alb.
Why tellest thou me of madnesse?

Pea.
You were little better then mad euen now sir,
When you gaue me such a twitch by the beard.

Alb.
I can remember no such thing, my friend.

Pe.
No sir, but if you had a beard your self you wold.

Alb.
What place is this? how far am I from court?

Pea.
Some two myles, and a wye byt sir.

Alb.
I wonder much my friends haue left me thus,
Peazant; I pray thee change apparell with mee.

Pea.
Change apparell, I faith you wil lose by that sir.

Alb.
I care not: Come I pray thee letts change.

Pea.
With all my heart sir, and I thanke you too.
Sblood y'are very moist sir, did you sweat al this I pray?
You haue not the disease I hope.

Alb.
No I warrant thee.

Pea.
At a venture sir Ile change,
Nothing venter, nothing enter.

Alb.
Come letts be gonne.

Pea.
Backe sir I pray.

Exeunt.
Enter Hardenbergh with a guard, bringing in Cassimere, Flores, Doctor, Marchant, Cornelia, Motto, & Raphe.
Har.
Thus Flores you apparantly perceiue
How vaine was your ambition, and
What dangers, all vnexpected fall vpon your head,
Pouertie, exile, guiltinesse of heart,
And endlesse miserie to you and yours,
Your goods are seized alreadie for the Duke.
And if Prince Alberdure be found deceast,
The least thou canst expect is banishment.
Earle Cassimere I rake your word of pledge
Of his appearance, Pages of the Prince
Come guide me straight where his drownd bodie lies,
Drownes his father in eternall teares.

Mot.
Drownes him, and will hang vs.

Exit cum seruis manet Al.
Mar.
Good signior Flores, I am sory for you.

Doct.

Marshan, parle vu peu, Be garr, me vor grand
loue, me beare de good Mershan, vor de grand worte
be garr, and de grand deserte me see in you: de brauea
mershan me no point, Riuall, you haue Cornelia alone,
by my trot, ha, ha, ha.

Mar.
M. Doctor Doddie, surnam'd the Amorous'de,
I will ouercome you in curtesie, your selfe
Shall haue her.

Doct.
No by garr Marshan: you bring de fine tings
From de strange land: vere de Sunne do rise,
De iewell de fine stuffe vor de braue gowne,
Me no point: Come, by garr, you haue Cornet.

Cass.
Hands off base Doctor, shee despiseth thee,
Too good for thee to touch, or looke vpon.

Flo.
What wretched state is this Earle Cassimere,
That I, and my vnhappie progenie
Stand subiect to the scornes of such as these?

Cass.
Grieue not deare friends, these are but casuall darts
That wanton Fortune daily casts at those
In whose true bosomes perfect honour growes.
Now Dodypoll to you: you here refuse
Cornelias marriage, yow'le none of her?

Doct.
Be garr you be de prophet, not I by my trot.

Cass.
Nor you maste merchant? shee's too poore for you?

Mar.
Not so sir, but yet I am content to let fall my suite.

Cass.
Cornelia, both dissembled they wold haue you:
Which like you best?

Cor.
My Lord, my fortunes are no chusers now,
Nor yet accepters of discurtesies.

Cass.
You must chuse one here needs.

Doct.
By garr no chuse mee, me clime to heauen,

Me sinke to hell, me goe here, me go dare, me no point
deere be garr.

Cass.

If you will none: whose iudgements are too
base to censure true desert, your betters will.

Flo.
What meanes Lord Cassimere by these strange words?

Cas.
I mean to take Cornelia to my wife.

Flo.
VVil you then in my miserie mock me too?

Cass.
I mock my friend in misery? heauēs scorne such,
Halfe my estate, and halfe my life is thine,
The rest shall be Cornelias and mine.

Doct.
O bitter shesse be garr.

Flo.
My Lord, I know your noble loue to me,
And do so highly your deserts esteeme,
That I will neuer yeeld to such a match,
Choose you a beautious dame of high degree,
And leaue Cornelia to my fate and mee.

Cass.
Ah Flores, Flores, were not I assured,
Both of thy noblenesse, thy birth and merite:
Yet my affection vow'd with friendships toong,
In spight of all base changes of the world,
That tread on noblest head once stoopt by fortune,
Should loue and grace thee to my vtmost power,
Cornelia is my wife, what sayes my loue?
Cannot thy fathers friend entreat so much?

Cor.
My humble minde can nere presume,
To dreame in such high grace, to my lowe seate.

Cass.
My graces are not ordered in my words,
Come loue, come friend, for friendship now and loue,
Shall both be ioynde in one eternall league.

Flo.
O me, yet happy in so true a friend.

Exeunt.
Doct.

Est possible, by garr, de foole Earle drinke my
powder, I tinke Mershan tella mee.

Mar.
What maister Doctor Doddie?

Doct.
Hab you be blew, and de yellow Veluet ha?

Mar.
What of that sir?

Doct.
Be garr me buy too, tree peece, vor make de
Cockes-combe pur de foole Earle, ha, ha, ha.

Exit.
Mer.
Fortune fights lowe,
VVhen such triumphe on Earles.

Exit.
Enter Lassenbergh singing, Lucilla followi after the Song he speakes.
Lass.
O wearie of the way and of my life,
VVhere shall I rest my sorrowed tired limmes?

Luc.
Rest in my bosome, rest you here my Lord,
A place securer you can no where finde.

Lass.
Nor more vnfit, for my vnpleased minde:
A heauie slumber calles me to the earth;
Heere will I sleepe, if sleepe will harbour heere.

Luc.
Vnhealthfull is the melancholie earth,
O let my Lord rest on Lucilla's lappe,
Ile helpe to shield you from the searching ayre,
And keepe the colde dampes from your gentle bloud.

Lass.
Pray thee away, for whilst thou art so neere,
No sleepe will seaze on my suspicious eyes.

Luc.
Sleepe then, and I am pleazd far off to sit,
Like to a poore and forlorne Sentinell,
VVatching the vnthankfull sleepe that seuers me,
From my due part of rest deere loue with thee.

Shee sits farre off from him.
Enter Const. Dutchesse with a willowe Garland. cum alijs.
Con.
Now are we neere the court of Saxonie:
VVhere the duke dreames such tragicall ostents.

Amb.
I wonder we now treading on his soile,
See none of his strange apparitions.

Kath.
VVe are not worthy of such meanes diuine,
Nor hath heauen care of our poore liues like his,
I must endure the end, and show I liue,
Though this same plaintiffe wreath doth showe
Me forsaken: Come let vs foorth.

Const.
Stay sister, what faire sight,
Sits mourning in this desolate abode.

Dut.
Faire sight indeed, it is ymuch too faire,
To sit so sad and solitarie there.

Con.
But what is he that Cur-like sleepes alone?

Dut.
Looke is it not my Nephew Lassingbergh?

Amb.
Madame 'tis hee.

Dut.
Ile sure learne more of this.
Lady, if strangers that wish you well,
May be so bould to aske, pray whats the cause
That you more then strangely sit alone?

Luc.
Madam, thus must forsaken creatures sit,
Whose merits cannot make their loues confort them.

Dut.
What a poore fellow in my miserie?
Welcome sweet partner, and of fauour tell me,
Is this some friend of yours that slumbers heere?

Luc.
My husband (madame) and my selfe his friend,
But he of late vnfriendly is to me.

Con.
Sister lets wake her friend.

Dut.
No, let him sleepe: and gentle dame if you
Will be rulde by me, Ile teach you how to rule
Your friend in loue: nor doubt you our acquaintance,
For the man whom you so much affect,
Is friend to vs.

Shee riseth.
Luc.
Pardon me Madame, now I know your grace.

Dut.
Then knowst thou one in fortune like thy selfe,
And one that tenders thy state as her owne.
Come let our Nephew Lassingbergh sleepe there,
And gentle Neece come you to court with vs,
If you dare mixe your loues successe with mine,
I warrant you I counsell for the best.

Luc.
I must not leaue him now (madame) alone,
Whom thus long I haue followed with such care.

Dut.
You wearie him with too much curtesie:
Leaue him a little and heele follow you.

Luc.
I know not what to doo.

Dut.
Come, come with vs.

Con.
Dame neuer feare, get you a Willoww
The Dutchesse (doubt not) can aduise you well.

Luc.
Lets wake him then, and let him go with.

Dut.
That's not so good, I pray be rulde by me.

Luc.
Sleep then deare loue, & let sleep that doth bind
Thy sence so gently, make thee more kinde.

Exeunt.
Enter Hance in the Princes apparrell, and the Pesant.
Pea.
Come sirra, money for your gentlemans apparel,
You promist me money sir, but I perceiue you forget your selfe.

Han.
True, pride makes a man forget himselfe,
And I haue quite forgot that I owe thee any.

Pea.

But Ile put you in minde sir, if there be any sergeants
in Saxonie, I thinke I meane not to loose so much
by you.

Han.
Why I haue lost a maister and a mistresse,
And yet I aske thee no money for them.

Pea.

I bought them not of you sir, therefore pay me
my money.

Han.

I will pay thee morningly euery morning, as
long as thou liuest, looke in thy right shooe and thou
shalt finde sixe pence.

Pea.

What a fowle knaue and fairie: well vse thy
conscience. I thanke God I stand in neede of no such
trifles. I haue another iewell heere, which I found in
the Princes pocket when I chang'd apparrell with him,
that will I make money of, and go to the ieweller that
bought the cup of mee. Farewell, if God put in thy
minde to pay me, so: if not, so.

Exit.
Han.

O braue free harted slaue: he has the laske of
minde vpon him.

Lass.
What speech is this, that interrupts my rest?
Who haue we heere?

Han.
Sometime a seruingman, and so were yee,
Both now iolly gentlemen you see.

Lass.
What sir, how came you thus gallant I beseech you?

Han.
I turn'd the spit in Fortunes wheele sir.

Lass.
But stay, where is Lucillia?

Han.
Marry where say you sir?

Lass.
Villaine, looke for her, call her, seeke her out:
Lucillia? where's my loue? ô where's Lucillia?
Aye me, I feare my barbarous rudenesse to her,
Hath driuen her to some desperate exigent,
Who would haue tempted her (true loue) so farre,
The gentlest minds with iniuries ouercome,
Growe most impacient, ô Lucillia,
Thy absence strikes a louing feare in me,
Which from what cause so euer it proceedes,
Would God I had beene kinder to thy loue.

Enter Hard. with a guarde, Motto, Raphe.
Hard.
Slaues, can yee not direct vs to the place?

Mot.
Yes sir, heer's the place we left him in.

Ra.
O see) my lord) heer's one weares his apparrell.

Hard.
But wher's he? stay sirra, what are you
That iet thus in the garments of the Prince?

Han.
Bought and sold sir, in the open market sir,
Aske my maister.

Hard.
Earle Lassinbergh, where is the Princes body?

Lass.
Why aske you me my Lord?

Har.
Since you are in the place where he was drownd,
And this your hinde here, hath his garments on.

Lass.
Enquire of him then.

Hard.
Ile enquire of you, and of your gallant too:
Guard apprehend them, and bring them
Presentlie to court with vs.

Lass.
What meanes Lord Hardenbergh
To entreate me thus?

Har.
That you shall know anon, bring them away.

Exeunt.
Enter Leander and Hyanthe.
Lean.
O Madam, neuer were our teares bestowed
Of one whose death was worthier to be mon'd,
Deere Alberdure, why parted I from thee?
And did not like the faithfull Pilades,
Attend my deere Orestes in his rage.

Hya.
O my sweete loue, O princelie Alberdure,
Would God the riuer where thy course lay drownde,
Were double deepe in me, and turned to teares,
That it might be consumde for swallowing thee.

Enter Alber. with a basket of Apricocks disguised.
Alber.
In this disguise, Ile secretly enquire,
Why I was so forsaken of my friend,
And left to danger of my lunacie:
Here is the man, that most I blame for this,
Whose vowed friendship promisd greater care:
But he it seemes enamour'd of my loue;
Was glad of that occasion, and I feare:
Hath turned her womanish conceipt from me,
Ile prooue them both. Maister wilt please you
Buie a basket of well riped Apricocks?

Lea.
I pray thee keepe thy dainties, I am full
Of bitter sorrowes, as my hart can holde.

Alb.
It may be maister your faire Lady will?

Hya.
No friend, my stomack is more full then his.

Lea.
Where dwellest thou friend?

Alb.
Not farre from hence my Lord.

Lea.
Then thou knowest well which was the fatall streame
Wherein the young prince Alberdure was drownd?

Alb.
I know not he was drownd: but oft haue seene
The pittious manner of his lunacie.
In depth whereof he still would eccho forth,
A Ladies name that I haue often heard,
Beautious Hyanthe, but in such sad sort,
As if his frenzie felt some secret touch,
Of her vnkindnesse and inconstancie:
And when his passions somewhat were appeaz'd,
Affoording him (it seemd) some truer sence
Of his estate; left in his fittes alone:
Then would he wring his hands, extreamly weeping,
Exclaiming on the name of one Leander,
Calling him Traitor and vnworthie friend,
So to forsake him in his miserie.

Lea.
Accursed I, ô thou hast mooued me more,
Then if a thousand shewers of venom'd darts,
With seuerall paines at once had prickt my soule.

Hya.
O thou ordaind, to beare swords in thy toung,
Dead thou hast struck me, and I liue no more.

Alb.
It seemes your honoures loued him tenderly.

Lea.
O my good friend, knewst thou how deer I loued him.

Hya.
Nay knewst thou honest friend,
How deere I loued him.

Alb.
I see then, you would reioyce at his health?

Lea.
As at my life, were it reuiued from death.

Hya.
As at my soule, were it preseru'd from hell.

Alb.
Be then from death and hell recouered both,
As I am now by your firme loues to me:
Admire me not, I am that Alberdure
Whom you thought drownde,
That friend, that loue, am I.

Lea.
Pardon sweete friend.

Hya.
Pardon my princely loue.

Alb.
Deare loue, no further gratulations now,
Least I be seene, and knowne: but sweete Leander,
Do you conceale me in thy fathers house,
That I may now remaine with my Hyanthie,
And at our pleasures safely ioy each others loue.

Lea.
I will (deare friend) and blesse my happy stars,
That giue me meanes to so desir'de a deed.