[Actus Quartus.]
Enter Motto, Raphe bringing in Alberdure.
Motto. So, sir, lay even downe your handie worke.
Rap. Nay, sir, your handie worke, for you were the cause of his drowning.
Mot. I? I defie thee. Wert not thou next him when he leapt into the River?
Rap. O monstrous lyar!
Mot. Lye! you peasant, go too: Ile go tell the Duke.
Rap. I, sir, Ile go with you, I warrant you.
[Exeunt.
Alb. What sodain cold is this that makes me shake,
Whose veines even now were fill'd with raging fire?
How am I thus all wet? What water's this
That lies so ycelike, freezing in my blood?
I thinke the cold of it hath cur'd my heate,
For I am better temperd than before.
But in what unacquainted place am I?
0 where is my Hyanthe, where's Leander?
What, all alone? nothing but woods and streames?
I cannot guesse whence these events should grow.