come.

_Alp_. Am I enchanted or see I my sonne?
I, I, the boy hath plaide the traytor with me.
O, you young villaine, trust you with my love!
How smoothe the cunning treacher lookt on it;

_Hard_. But, sirra, can this be?

_Lea_. You knew him to be mad, these thought him drownd.
My Lord, take you no more delight to see
Your sonne recovered of his life and wits?

_Alp_. See, see, how boldly the young pollytician
Can urge his practice. Sirra, you shall know
Ile not be over-reacht with your young braine.
All have agreed, I see, to cozen me,
But all shall faile. Come, Ladie, I will have
You spight of all, and, sonne, learne you hereafter
To use more reverend meanes to obtaine
Of me what you desire. I have no joy
To see thee raizd from a deluding death.

_Hya_. My Lord, 'tis tyrannie t'enforce my love.

_Lea_. I hope your Highnesse will maintaine your word.

_Alp_. Doost thou speake, Traitor? straight Ile have you safe
For daring to delude me in my love.

_Albe_. O friend, thou hast betraide my love in vaine:
Now am I worse then eyther mad or drown'd,
Now have I onely wits to know my griefes
And life to feel them.

_Hya_. Let me go to him.

_Alp_. Thou shalt not have thy will nor he his love;
Neither of both know what is fit for you.
I love with judgment and upon cold bloud,
He with youths furie, without reasons stay;
And this shall time and my kind usage of thee
Make thee discerne; meane time consider this,
That I neglect for thee a beautious Dutchesse
Who next to thee is fairest in the world.

_Enter Messenger_.

_Mess_. My Lord, the Duke of _Brunswick_ and his sister,
The beautious Dutchesse, are arrived here.

_Alp_. Whats that; the Dutchesse?

_Mess_. Even her grace, my Lord.

_Alp_. Why, _Hardenbergh_, ha! is the Dutchesse come?

_Hard_. I know not, my good Lord. Where is the Dutchesse?

_Mess_. Hard by, my Lord.

_Alp_. Sounes, I am not here; go tell her so:
Or let her come, my choice is free in love.
Come, my _Hyanthe_, stand thou close to me.

_Mess_. My Lord, the Duke himselfe has come to urge
Your promise to him, which you must not break.

_Hosch_. Nor will you wish to break it, good my lord,
I am assur'd, when you shall see the Dutchesse,
Whose matchlesse beauties will renew the minde
Of her rare entertainment, and her presence
Put all new thoughts of love out of your minde.

_Alp_. Well, I do see 'tis best, my sweete _Hyanthie_,
That thou stand further.

_Hya_. Ile be