[_Exit_.

[SCENE 2.]

_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.

_Alp_. My love is dead in sorrow for his death;
His life and wits should ransome worlds from me.

_Lea_. My Lord, I had a vision this last night
Wherein me thought I sawe the prince your sonne
Sit in my fathers garden with _Hyanthe_
Under the shadow of the Laurell tree.
With anger, therefore, you should be so wrongde
I wakt, but then contemned it as a dreame;
Yet since my minde beates on it mightelie,
And though I thinke it vaine, if you vouchsafe,
Ile make a triall of the truthe hereof. [_Exit_.

_Alp_. Do, good _Leander. Hardenbergh_, your sonne
Perhaps deludes me with a vision[79]
To mocke my vision that deferde the Dutchesse,
And with _Hyanthe_ closlie keepes my sonne.

_Hard_. Your sonne was madde and drownd: this cannot bee.

_Alp_. But yet this circumventing speech [of his]
Offered suspition of such event.

_Stro_. My lord, most fortunate were that event
That would restore your sonne from death to life.

_Har_. As though a vision should do such a deed!

_Alp_. No, no, the boyes young brain was humorous:
His servant and his Page did see him drown'd.

_Enter Leander, Alberdure, Hyanthe; Alberdure
seeming fearefull to come forward_.

_Lea_. Come on, sweet friend; I warrant thee thy love;
Shun not thy fathers sight that longs for thee.

_Alb_. Go then before, and we will follow straight.

_Lea_. Comfort, my Lord, my vision proov'd most true:
Even in the place, under the Lawrell shade,
I found them sitting just as I beheld them
In my late vision; see, sir, where they