ve 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_.

_Pea_. Come, sirra, money for your gentlemans apparel; you promist me
money, sir, but I perceive you forget your selfe.

_Han_. True, pride makes a man forget himselfe; and I have quite forgot
that I owe thee any.

_Pea_. But Ile put you in minde, sir, if there be any sergeants in
_Saxonie_; I thinke I meane not to loose so much by you.

_Han_. Why, I have lost a maister and a mistresse, and yet I aske thee
no money for them.

_Pea_. I bought them not of you, sir; therefore pay me my money.

_Han_. I will pay thee morningly every morning as long as thou livest;
looke in thy right shooe and thou shalt finde sixe pence.

_Pea_. What a fowle knave and fairie! Well, use thy conscience: I thanke
God I stand in neede of no such trifles. I have another jewell heere
which I found in the Princes pocket when I chang'd apparell with him;
that will I make money of, and go to the jeweller that bought the cup of
mee. Farewell: if God put in thy mind to pay me, so; if not, so.
[_Exit_.

_Han_. O brave free-harted slave, he has the laske of mind upon him.

_Lass_. What speech is this that interrupts my rest? Who have we heere?

_Han_. Sometime a serving man, and so were yee,
Both now jolly gentlemen you see.

_Lass_. What, sir, how came you thus gallant, I beseech you?

_Han_. I turn'd the spit in Fortune's wheele, sir.

_Lass_. But, stay, where is _Lucilia_?

_Han_. Marry, where say you, sir?

_Lass_. Villaine, looke for her, call her, seeke her out.
_Lucillia_! where's my love, o where's _Lucillia_!
Aye me, I feare my barbarous rudenesse to her
Hath driven her to some desperate exigent.
Who would have tempted her true love so farre?
The gentlest minds with injuries overcome
Growe most impacient: o _Lucilia_,
Thy absence strikes a loving feare in me,
Which fro