Luc. I must not leave him now (madame) alone, Whom thus long I have followed with such care.
Dut. You wearie him with too much curtesie; Leave him a little and heele follow you.
Luc. I know not what to doo.
Dut. Come, come with us.
Con. Dame, never fear; get you a Willow w[reath]; The Dutchesse (doubt not) can advise you well.
Luc. Lets wake him then, and let him go with [us].
Dut. That's not so good; I pray be rulde by me.
Luc. Sleep, then, deare love; and let sleep that doth bind Thy sence so gently, make thee more kinde.
[Exeunt.
Enter Hance in the Prince's apparrall, and the Peasant.