_Alci._ It is now reveng'd: In brief, a challenge was brought to _Lisander_ By one _Chrysant_[_h_]_es_; and as far as valour Would give him leave, declin'd by bold _Lisander_: But peace refus'd, and braves on braves heap'd on him, Alone he met the opposites, ending the quarrel With both their lives. _Ber._ I am truly sorry for't. _Alci._ The King incensed for his favorites death, Hath set a price upon _Lisanders_ head, As a reward to any man that brings it Alive, or dead; to gain this, every where He is pursu'd, and laid for; and the friendship Between him and your noble Brother known, His house in reason cannot pass unsearcht, And that's the principal cause that drew me hither, To hasten his remove, if he had chosen This Castle for his sanctuary. _Ber._ 'Twas done nobly, And you most welcom; this night pray you take A lodging with us; and at my intreaty Conceal this from my Brother, he is grown Exceeding sad of late; and the hard fortune Of one he values at so high a rate, Will much encrease his melancholy. _Alci._ I am tutor'd: pray you lead the way. _Ber._ To serve you I will shew it. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Cleander, _with a Book._ _Cle._ Nothing more certain than to dye, but when Is most uncertain: if so, every hour We should prepare us for the journey, which Is not to be put off, I must submit To the divine decree, not argue it, And chearfully I welcom it: I have Dispos'd of my estate, confess'd my sins, And have remission from my Ghost[l]y Father, Being at peace too here: the apparition Proceeded not from fancy, _Dorilaus_ Saw it, and heard it with me, it made answer To our demands, and promis'd, if 'twere not Deny'd to him by fate, he would forewarn me Of my approaching end, I feel no symptome Of sickness, yet I know not how a dulness Invades me all over. Ha? _Enter_ Host. _Host._ I come Sir, To keep my promise; and as far as spirits Are sensible of sorrow for the living, I grieve to be the messenger to tell you, E're many hours pass, you must resolve To fill a grave. _Cle._ And feast the worms? _Host._ Even so Sir. _Clea._ I hear it like a man. _Host._ It well becomes you, there's no evading it. _Cle._ Can you discover by whose means I must dye? _Host._ That is deny'd me: But my prediction is too sure; prepare To make your peace with heaven. So farewel Sir. [_Ex._