_Hya_. O my sweete love, O princelie _Alberdure_, Would God the river where thy course lay drownde Were double deepe in me and turned to teares That it might be consumde for swallowing thee. _Enter Alber, with a basket of Apricocks, disguised_. _Alber_. In this disguise Ile secretly enquire Why I was so forsaken of my friend And left to danger of my lunacie. Here is the man that most I blame for this, Whose vowed friendship promisd greater care; But he, it seemes, enamour'd of my love, Was glad of that occasion, and I feare Hath turned her womanish conceipt from me. Ile proove them both. Maister, wilt please [you] buy A basket of well riped Apricocks? _Lea_. I pray thee keepe thy dainties; I am full Of bitter sorrowes as my hart can holde. _Alb_. It may be, Maister, your faire Lady will. _Hya_. No, friend; my stomach is more full then his. _Lea_. Where dwellest thou, friend? _Alb_. Not farre from hence, my Lord. _Lea_. Then thou knowest well which was the fatall streame Wherein the young prince _Alberdure_ was drownd? _Alb_. I know not he was drowned, but oft have seene The pittious manner of his lunacie; In depth whereof he still would eccho forth A Ladies name that I have often heard, Beautious _Hyanthe_; but in such sad sort As if his frenzie felt some secret touch Of her unkindnesse and inconstancie, And when his passions somewhat were appeaz'd, Affording him (it seemed) some truer sence. Of his estate, left in his fittes alone Then would he wring his hands, extreamly weeping, Exclaiming on the name of one _Leander_, Calling him Traitor and unworthie friend So to forsake him in his miserie. _Lea_. Accursed I! ô thou hast mooved me more Than if a thousand showers of venom'd darts With severall paines at once had prickt my soule. _Hya_. O thou ordained to beare swords in thy toung, Dead thou hast struck me and I live no more. _Alb_. It seemes your honoures loved him tenderly. _Lea_. O my good friend, knewest thou how deer I loved him. _Hya_. Nay, knewest thou, honest friend, how deere I loved him. _Alb_. I see, then, you would rejoyce at his health. _Lea_. As at my life, were it revived from death. _Hya_. As at my soule, were it preserv'd from hell. _Alber_. Be then from death and hell recovered both As I am now by your firme loves to me. Admire me not, I am that _Alberdure_ Whom you thought drownde; that friend, that love am I. _Lea_. Pardon, sweete friend. _Hya_. Pardon, my princely love. _Alber_. Dear love, no further gratulations now Least I be seene and knowne; but, sweete _Leander_, Do you conceale me in thy father's house. That I may now remaine with my _Hyanthe_ And at our pleasures safely joy each others love. _Lea_. I will (deare friend) and blesse my happy stars That give me meanes to so desir'de a deed. _Finis Actus Quarti_. _Actus Quintus_. _Enter Cassimeere, Flores with the Cup, Peasant, and the Marchant_.