[SCENE 2.]
Lea. I wonder what varietie of sights Retaines your father and the prince so long With signior Flores?
Hya. O signior Flores is a man so ample
In every complement of entertainement,
That guests with him are, as in Bowers enchanted,
Reft of all power and thoughts of their returne.
Enter the Duke and Hardenbergh.
Lean. Be silent, heere's the Duke.
Alp. Aye me beholde Your sonne, Lord Hardenbergh, courting Hyanthe.
Har. If he be courting tis for you, my liege.
Alph. No, Hardenbergh; he loves my sonne too well
—My faire Hyanthie, what discourse is it
Wherewith Leander holdes you this [thus?] attentive?
Would I could thinke upon the like for you.
Hya. You should but speake and passe the time, my lord.
Alp. Passe-time that pleaseth you is the use of time:
Had I the ordering of his winged wheele
It onely should serve your desires and mine.
What should it do if you did governe it.
Hya. It should go backe againe and make you yong.
Alph. Swounds, Hardenbergh.
Hard. To her againe, my Lord.
Alp. Hyanthe, wouldst thou love me, I would use thee So kindlie that nothing should take thee from me.
Hya. But time would soone take you from me, my lord.
Alp. Spight on my soule: why talke I more of time? Shee's too good for me at time, by heaven.
Har. I, and place to (my Lord) I warrant her.
Omnes. Stop, stop, stop!
Enter Alberdure mad; Motto and others following him.
Mott. O stay, my Lord.
Albe. Hyanthe, Hyanthe, ô me, my love!
Lea. Heer's the Duke his father, heele marr all.
Albe. O villaine, he that lockt her in his arms
And through the river swims along with her.
Staie, traiterous Nessus, give me bowes and shafts.
Whirre! I have strooke him under the shorte ribs:
I come, Hyanthe! O peace, weepe no more. [Exit.
Alp. Meanes he not me by Nessus, Hardenbergh?
Hard.[60] My lord, he is surelie mad.
Alph. Hyanthe loves him:
See how she trembles and how pale she lookes!
She hath enchanted my deere Alderbure
With crafts and treasons and most villanous Arts
Are meanes by which shee seekes to murder him.
Hardenbergh, take her and imprison her
Within thy house: I will not loose my sonne
For all the wealth the Loves of heaven embrace.
Hya. What meanes your grace by this?
Alp. Away with her!
Hya. You offer me intolerable wrong.
Alp. Away with her, I say.
Har. Come Ladie, feare not, Ile entreate you well.
Hya. What injurie is this!
[Exit Hard. with Hyan.
Alph. So now I have obtainde what I desir'd,
And I shall easilie worke her to my will;
For she is in the hands of Hardenbergh
Who will continually be pleading for me.
Enter Doctor.
Doct. Roome! a halle, a hall! be garr, vere is de Duke?
Alp. Heere, maister Doctor.
Doct. O we have grand important matter for tella your grace how de know de cause for de wish cause your sonne is da madman.
Enter Alberdure running.
Alb. What? art thou heere? sweete Clio, come, be bright; Take me thy Timbrell and Tobaccho pipe, And give Hyanthe musicke at her windowe.
Doct. Garrs blurr, my cap, my cap, cost me de deale a French crowne.
Alb. But I will crown thee with a cod of Muske, Instead of Lawrell, and a Pomander[61]: But thou must write Acrostignues first, my girle.
Doct. Garzowne, what a pox do you stand heere for, de grand poltrone pezant, and see de Doctor be dus?
Alb. Aye me, what Demon was it guide me thus?
This is Melpomene, that Scottish witch[62],
Whom I will scratche like to some villanous gibb,
And—
Doct. O Garzowne, la diabole, la pestilence, gars blur!
Alp. Lay holde upon him, helpe the Doctor there!
Alb. Then reason's fled to animals, I see, And I will vanish like Tobaccho smoake. Exit.
Doct. A grand pestilence a dis furie
Alp. Follow him, sirs, Leander, good Leander! But, Doctor, canst thou tell us the true cause Of this suddaine frenzie?
Doct. O by garr, pleaze your grace heare de long tale [or] de short tale?
Alp. Briefe as you can, good Doctor.
Doct. Faite and trot, briefe den, very briefe, very laccingue. De Prince, your sonne, feast with de knave Jeweller, Flores, and he for make a Prince love a de foule croope-shouldra daughter Cornelia, give a de prince a de love poudra which my selfe give for the wenche a before, and make him starke madde be garr because he drinke a too much a.
Alp. How know you this?
Doct. Experience teach her, by garr; de poudra have grand force for inflama de bloud, too much make a de rage and de present furie: be garr, I feare de mad man as de devilla, garr blesse a.
Enter Hardenbergh.
Alp. How now, sweete Hardenbergh?
Har. The Prince, my Lord, in going downe the staires
Hath forst an Axe[63] from one of the Trevants (?),
And with it (as he runnes) makes such cleare way
As no man dare oppose him to his furie.
Alp. Aye me, what may I do? heere are such newes
As never could have entred our free ears
But that their sharpnesse do enforce a passage.
Follow us, Doctor; 'tis Flores treacherie
That thus hath wrought my sonnes distemperature.
Exit [Alph.
Hard. Flores, the Jeweller?
Doct. I, he, dat fine precious stone knave: by garr, I tinke I shall hit upon hir skirt till be thred bare new.
Exit [Doct with Hard.