_Cass_. Come, shall we go (my Lord); I dare assure you You shall beholde so excellent a man, For his behaviour, for his sweete discourse, His sight in Musick and in heavenlie Arts, Besides the cunning judgement of his eie In the rare secrets of all precious Jemmes, That you will sorrow you have staide so long. _Alber_. Alas, whie would not then your lordships favor Hasten me sooner? for I long to see him On your judiciall commendation. _Cass_. Come, lets away then: go you in, _Hyanthe_, And if my Lord the Duke come in my absence See him (I pray) with honour entertain'd. [_Exeunt_. _Hya_. I will, my Lord. _Leand_. I will accompanie your Ladiship, If you vouchsafe it. _Hya_. Come, good _Leander_. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE 3.] _Enter Constantine, Katherine, Ite, Vandercleeve, with others_. _Const_. Lord _Vandercleeve_, go Lord Ambassadour From us to the renowmed Duke of _Saxon_, And know his highnesse reason and intent Whie being (of late) with such importunate suite Betroth'd to our faire sister _Dowager_ Of this our Dukedome, he doth now protract The time he urged with such speede of late His honourd nuptiall rites to celebrate. _Kath_. But, good my Lord, temper your Ambassie With such respective termes to my renowme That I be cleer'd of all immodest haste To have our promist nuptials consummate; For his affects (perhaps) follow the season, Hot with the summer then, now colde with winter: And Dames (though nere so forward in desire) Must suffer men to blowe the nuptiall fire. _Vander_. Madam, your name (in urging his intent) Shall not be usd, but your right princely brothers; Who, knowing it may breede in vulgar braines (That shall give note to this protraction) Unjust suspition of your sacred vertues, And other reasons touching the estate Of both their famous Dukedomes, sendeth mee To be resolv'd of his integritie. _Const_. To that end go, my honourable Lord, Commend me and my sister to his love (If you perceive not he neglects our owne) And bring his princelie resolution. _Kat_. Commend not me by any meanes, my lord, Unlesse your speedie graunted audience And kind entreatie make it requisite, For honour rules my nuptiall appetite. [_Exeunt_. _Finis Actus Primi_. _Actus Secundus_. _Enter Haunce, Lassingbergh and others following, serving in a Bancket_. _Han_. Come, sir, it is not your painting alone makes your absolute man; ther's as fine a hand to be requir'd in carrying a dish, and as sweete arte to be shew'd in't as in any maister peece whatsoever; better then as you painted the Doctor eene now with his nose in an Urinall. _Lass_. Be quiet, sir, or ile paint you by and by eating my maisters comfets. [_Exit_. _Enter Flores, Cassimeere, Alberdure, Cornelia, and Moth.