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.