Enter Alphonso, Hard., Lassing., Leander, Stro.,
Hosherman, Motto, and Raphe.
Alp. Aye me! what hard extremitie is this? Nor quick nor dead can I beholde my sonne.
Enter Hance in the Princes apparrell.
Hance. Behold your sonne; [your] Blessing, noble father.
Hard. Malipart knave, art thou the Princes sonne?
Han. I, sir, apparrell makes the man.
Alp. Unhappy man, would God I had my sonne, So he had his Hyanthe or my life.
Lea. Should he enjoy Hyanthe [then], my Lord? Would you forsake your love, so he did live?
Alp. My love and life, did my deere sonne survive.
Lea. But were he found or should he live, my Lord,
Although Hyanthe's love were the chiefe cause
Of his mishap and amorous lunacie,
I hope your highnesse loves him over well
To let him repossesse his wits with her.