Amb. Madame, 'tis hee.
Dut. Ile sure learne more of this.—
Lady, if strangers that [do] wish you well
May be so bould to aske, pray whats the cause
That you [so] more then strangely sit alone?
Luc. Madam, thus must forsaken creatures sit Whose merits cannot make their loves consort them.
Dut. What a poore fellow in my miserie! Welcome, sweet partner, and of favour tell me, Is this some friend of yours that slumbers heere?
Luc. My husband (madame) and my selfe his friend, But he of late unfriendly is to me.
Con. Sister, lets wake her friend.
Dut. No, let him sleepe;
And, gentle dame, if you will be rulde by me,
Ile teach you how to rule your friend in love:
Nor doubt you our acquaintance, for the man
Whom you so much affect is friend to us.
Shee riseth.
Luc. Pardon me, Madame; now I know your grace.
Dut. Then knowst thou one in fortune like thy selfe,
And one that tenders thy state as her owne.
Come, let our Nephew Lassingberg sleepe there,
And, gentle Neace, come you to court with us,
If you dare mixe your loves successe with mine.
I warrant you I counsell for the best.