Herefore, you should be so wrongde I wakt, but then contemned it as a dreame; Yet since my minde beates on it mightelie, And though I thinke it vaine, if you vouchsafe, Ile make a triall of the truthe hereof. [_Exit_. _Alp_. Do, good _Leander. Hardenbergh_, your sonne Perhaps deludes me with a vision[79] To mocke my vision that deferde the Dutchesse, And with _Hyanthe_ closlie keepes my sonne. _Hard_. Your sonne was madde and drownd: this cannot bee. _Alp_. But yet this circumventing speech [of his] Offered suspition of such event. _Stro_. My lord, most fortunate were that event That would restore your sonne from death to life. _Har_. As though a vision should do such a deed! _Alp_. No, no, the boyes young brain was humorous: His servant and his Page did see him drown'd. _Enter Leander, Alberdure, Hyanthe; Alberdure seeming fearefull to come forward_. _Lea_. Come on, sweet friend; I warrant thee thy love; Shun not thy fathers sight that longs for thee. _Alb_. Go then before, and we will follow straight. _Lea_. Comfort, m