_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, ô 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: ô _Lucilia_, Thy absence strikes a loving feare in me, Which from what cause so ever it proceedes Would God I had beene kinder to thy love. _Enter Hard, with a Guard, Motto, Raphe_. _Hard_. Slaves, can ye not direct us to the place? _Mot_. Yes, sir, here's the place we left him in. _Ra_. O see (my lord) heer's one weares his apparrell. _Hard_. But where is he? stay, sirra, what are you That jet thus in the garments of the Prince. _Han_. Bought and sold, sir, in the open market, sir. Aske my maister. _Hard_. Earle _Lassingbergh_, where is the Princes body? _Lass_. Why aske you me, my Lord? _Hard_. Since you are in the place where he was drownd, And this your hinde here hath his garments on. _Lass_. Enquire of him then. _Hard_. Ile enquire of you And of your gallant, too. Guard, apprehend them And bring them presentlie to court with us. _Lass_. What meanes Lord _Hardenberg_ to entreate me thus? _Har_. That you shall know anon: bring them away. [_Exeunt_. [SCENE 4] _Enter Leander and Hyanthe_. _Lean_. O, Madam, never were our teares bestowed Of one whose death was worthier to be mon'd. Deere _Alberdure_, why parted I from thee, And did not like the faithful _Pilades_ Attend my deare Orestes in his rage?