owers enchanted,
Reft of all power and thoughts of their returne.

_Enter the Duke and Hardenbergh_.

_Lean_. Be silent, heere's the Duke.

_Alp_. Aye me beholde
Your sonne, Lord _Hardenbergh_, courting _Hyanthe_.

_Har_. If he be courting tis for you, my liege.

_Alph_. No, _Hardenbergh_; he loves my sonne too well
--My faire _Hyanthie_, what discourse is it
Wherewith _Leander_ holdes you this [thus?] attentive?
Would I could thinke upon the like for you.

_Hya_. You should but speake and passe the time, my lord.

_Alp_. Passe-time that pleaseth you is the use of time:
Had I the ordering of his winged wheele
It onely should serve your desires and mine.
What should it do if you did governe it.

_Hya_. It should go backe againe and make you yong.

_Alph_. Swounds, _Hardenbergh_.

_Hard_. To her againe, my Lord.

_Alp_. _Hyanthe_, wouldst thou love me, I would use thee
So kindlie that nothing should take thee from me.

_Hya_. But time would soone take you from me, my lord.

_Alp_. Spight on my soule: why talke I more of time?
Shee's too good for me at time, by heaven.

_Har_. I, and place to (my Lord) I warrant her.

_Omnes_. Stop, stop, stop!

_Enter Alberdure mad; Motto and others following him_.

_Mott_. O stay, my Lord.

_Albe_. _Hyanthe, Hyanthe_, o me, my love!

_Lea_. Heer's the Duke his father, heele marr all.

_Albe_. O villaine, he that lockt her in his arms
And through the river swims along with her.
Staie, traiterous _Nessus_, give me bowes and shafts.
Whirre! I have strooke him under the shorte ribs:
I come, _Hyanthe_! O peace, weepe no more. [_Exit_.

_Alp_. Meanes he not me by _Nessus, Hardenbergh_?

_Hard_.[60] My lord, he is surelie mad.

_Alph_. _Hyanthe_ loves him:
See how she trembles and how pale she lookes!
She hath enchanted my deere _Alderbure_
With crafts and treasons and most villanous Arts
Are meanes by which shee seekes to murder him.
_Hardenbergh_, take her and imprison her
Within thy house: I will not loose my sonne
For all the wealth the Loves of heaven embrace.

_Hya_. What meanes your grace by this?

_Alp_. Away with her!

_Hya_. You offer me intolerable wrong.

_Alp_. Away with her, I say.

_Har_. Come Ladie, feare not, Ile entreate you well.

_Hya_. What injurie is this!

[_Exit Hard. with Hyan_.

_Alph_. So now I have obtainde what I desir'd,
And I shall easilie worke her to my will;
For she is in the