Hosc. Twere requisit your highnes wold dismisse him.
Alph. Who holds him? let him go.
Hard. My Lord, you know his message is more great
Then to depart so slightly without answer,
Urging the marriage that your grace late sought
With Katherine, sister to the Saxon Duke.
Hosk. Whom if your highnes should so much neglect
As to forsake his sister and delude him,
Considering already your olde jarre
With the stoute Lantsgrave, what harmes might ensue?
Alph. How am I crost? Hyanthe 'tis for thee That I neglect the Duchesse and my vowes.
Hard. My Lord, twere speciallie convenient Your grace would satisfie th'embassador.
Alph. Well, call him in.
Hosk. But will your Highnes then Forsake Hyanthe?
Alph. Nothing lesse, Hosk[erman].
Hosk. How will you then content th'embassadour?