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.