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.

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?