_Luc_. Sleepe then, and I am pleazd far off to sit Like to a poore and forlorne Sentinell, Watching the unthankful sleepe that severs me From my due part of rest deere love with thee. _She sits farre off from him_. _Enter Const. Dutchesse with a willowe garland, cum aliis_. _Con_. Now are we neere the court of _Saxonie_, Where the duke dreames such tragicall ostents. _Amb_. I wonder we, now treading on his soile, See none of his strange apparitions. _Kath_. We are not worthy of such meanes divine, Nor hath heaven care of our poore lives like his. I must endure the end and show I live Though this same plaintive wreathe doth show me forsaken. Come, let us foorth. _Const_. Stay, sister; what faire sight Sits mourning in this desolate abode? _Dut_. Faire sight indeed it is, and much to faire To sit so sad and solitarie there. _Con_. But what is he that cur-like sleepes alone? _Dut_. Look, is it not my Nephew _Lassingbergh_? _Amb_. Madame, 'tis hee. _Dut_. Ile sure learne more of this.-- Lady, if strangers that [do] wish you well May be so bould to aske, pray whats the cause That you [so] more then strangely sit alone? _Luc_. Madam, thus must forsaken creatures sit Whose merits cannot make their loves consort them. _Dut_. What a poore fellow in my miserie! Welcome, sweet partner, and of favour tell me, Is this some friend of yours that slumbers heere? _Luc_. My husband (madame) and my selfe his friend, But he of late unfriendly is to me. _Con_. Sister, lets wake her friend. _Dut_. No, let him sleepe; And, gentle dame, if you will be rulde by me, Ile teach you how to rule your friend in love: Nor doubt you our acquaintance, for the man Whom you so much affect is friend to us. _Shee riseth_. _Luc_. Pardon me, Madame; now I know your grace. _Dut_. Then knowst thou one in fortune like thy selfe, And one that tenders thy state as her owne. Come, let our Nephew Lassingberg sleepe there, And, gentle Neace, come you to court with us, If you dare mixe your loves successe with mine. I warrant you I counsell for the best. _Luc_. I must not leave him now (madame) alone, Whom thus long I have 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.