Enter Leander and Hyanthe.
Lean. O, Madam, never were our teares bestowed
Of one whose death was worthier to be mon'd.
Deere Alberdure, why parted I from thee,
And did not like the faithful Pilades
Attend my deare Orestes in his rage?
Hya. O my sweete love, O princelie Alberdure,
Would God the river where thy course lay drownde
Were double deepe in me and turned to teares
That it might be consumde for swallowing thee.
Enter Alber, with a basket of Apricocks, disguised.
Alber. In this disguise Ile secretly enquire
Why I was so forsaken of my friend
And left to danger of my lunacie.
Here is the man that most I blame for this,
Whose vowed friendship promisd greater care;
But he, it seemes, enamour'd of my love,
Was glad of that occasion, and I feare
Hath turned her womanish conceipt from me.
Ile proove them both. Maister, wilt please [you] buy
A basket of well riped Apricocks?
Lea. I pray thee keepe thy dainties; I am full Of bitter sorrowes as my hart can holde.
Alb. It may be, Maister, your faire Lady will.
Hya. No, friend; my stomach is more full then his.
Lea. Where dwellest thou, friend?
Alb. Not farre from hence, my Lord.