I bid thee then.

_Luc_. Bid then as I may doo.

_Lass_. I bid thee leave mee.

_Luc_. That I cannot doo.

_Lass_. My hate.

_Luc_. My love.

_Lass_. My torment.

_Luc_. My delight.

_Lass_. Why do I straine to wearie thee with words?
Speech makes thee live; Ile then with silence kill thee,
Henceforth be deafe to thy words and dumbe to thy minde.

_Ench_. What rock hath bred this savage-minded man?
That such true love in such rare beauty shines[65]!
Long since I pittied her; pittie breeds love,
And love commands th'assistance of my Art
T'include them in the bounds of my command.
Heere stay your wandering steps; chime[66] silver strings,
Chime, hollow caves, and chime you whistling reedes,
For musick is the sweetest chime for love.
Spirits, bind him, and let me leave[67] my love.

[SCENE 4.]

_Enter A[l]berdure at one doore, and meetes with
the Pesant at the other doore_.

_Alb_. _Hyanthe_, o sweet _Hyanthe_, have I met thee?
How is thy beautie changed since our departure!
A beard, _Hyanthe_? o tis growne with griefe,
But now this love shall tear thy griefe from thee.

_Pes_. A pox on you! What are you? Swounds, I think I am haunted with
spirits.

_Alb_. Weepe not, _Hyanthe_; I will weepe for thee,
Lend me thy eyes. No, villaine, thou art he
That in the top of _Eruines_ hill
Daunst with the Moone and eate up all the starres,
Which made thee like _Hyanthe_ shine so faire;
But, villaine, I will rip them out of thee.

_Enter Motto and others_.

_Pea_. Slid, holde your hands.

_Alb_[68]. I come with thunder.

_Pea_. Come and you dare.

_Mott_. Holde, villaine; tis the young prince _Alberdure_.

_Pea_. Let the young prince hold then; slid, I have no starres in my
bellie, I; let him seeke his _Hyanthe_ where he will.

_Alb_. O this way by the glimmering of the Sunne
And the legieritie[69] of her sweete feete
She scowted on, and I will follow her.
I see her, like a goulden spangle, sit
Upon the curled branch of yonder tree.
Sit still, _Hyanthe_; I will flie to thee.
_Exit_.

_Mott_. Follow, follow, follow!

_Exeunt all but Peas_.

_Enter Flores and Hance_.[70]

_Pea_. Together and be hanged. O heere comes more; pray God I have
better lucke with these two. By your leave, sir, do you know one Maist.
_Flores