Lean.  Indeed, my Lord, his high conceipt of him
Is more then any man alive deserves. 
He thinkes the Jeweller made all of Jewels,
Who, though he be a man of gallant spirit,
Faire spoken and well furnisht with good parts,
Yet not so peerleslie to be admir’d.

    Enter Cassimere.

Cass.  Come, shall we go (my Lord); I dare assure you
You shall beholde so excellent a man,
For his behaviour, for his sweete discourse,
His sight in Musick and in heavenlie Arts,
Besides the cunning judgement of his eie
In the rare secrets of all precious Jemmes,
That you will sorrow you have staide so long.

Alber.  Alas, whie would not then your lordships favor
Hasten me sooner? for I long to see him
On your judiciall commendation.

Cass.  Come, lets away then:  go you in, Hyanthe, And if my Lord the Duke come in my absence See him (I pray) with honour entertain’d.

[Exeunt.

Hya.  I will, my Lord.

Leand.  I will accompanie your Ladiship, If you vouchsafe it.

Hya.  Come, good Leander.

[Exeunt.

[SCENE 3.]

Enter Constantine, Katherine, Ite,
Vandercleeve, with others.

Const.  Lord Vandercleeve, go Lord Ambassadour
From us to the renowmed Duke of Saxon,
And know his highnesse reason and intent
Whie being (of late) with such importunate suite
Betroth’d to our faire sister Dowager
Of this our Dukedome, he doth now protract
The time he urged with such speede of late
His honourd nuptiall rites to celebrate.

Kath.  But, good my Lord, temper your Ambassie
With such respective termes to my renowme
That I be cleer’d of all immodest haste
To have our promist nuptials consummate;
For his affects (perhaps) follow the season,
Hot with the summer then, now colde with winter: 
And Dames (though nere so forward in desire)
Must suffer men to blowe the nuptiall fire.

Vander.  Madam, your name (in urging his intent)
Shall not be usd, but your right princely brothers;
Who, knowing it may breede in vulgar braines
(That shall give note to this protraction)
Unjust suspition of your sacred vertues,
And other reasons touching the estate
Of both their famous Dukedomes, sendeth mee
To be resolv’d of his integritie.

Const.  To that end go, my honourable Lord,
Commend me and my sister to his love
(If you perceive not he neglects our owne)
And bring his princelie resolution.

Kat.  Commend not me by any meanes, my lord,
Unlesse your speedie graunted audience
And kind entreatie make it requisite,
For honour rules my nuptiall appetite.

[Exeunt.

Finis Actus Primi.

Actus Secundus.