Enter Cassimere.
Cass. Come, shall we go (my Lord); I dare assure you
You shall beholde so excellent a man,
For his behaviour, for his sweete discourse,
His sight in Musick and in heavenlie Arts,
Besides the cunning judgement of his eie
In the rare secrets of all precious Jemmes,
That you will sorrow you have staide so long.
Alber. Alas, whie would not then your lordships favor Hasten me sooner? for I long to see him On your judiciall commendation.
Cass. Come, lets away then: go you in, Hyanthe, And if my Lord the Duke come in my absence See him (I pray) with honour entertain'd.
[Exeunt.
Hya. I will, my Lord.
Leand. I will accompanie your Ladiship, If you vouchsafe it.
Hya. Come, good Leander.
[Exeunt.