Chapter 8

_Cass_. Sweete Earle, be kinder.

_Lass_. Let me go, I pray.

_Doct_. Vat? you go leave a de Bride? tis no point good fashion; you must stay, be garr.

_Lass_. Must I stay, sir?

_Doct_. I spit your nose, and yet it is no violence. I will give a de prove a dee good reason. Reguard, Monsieur: you no point eate a de meate to daie, you be de empty; be gar you be emptie, you be no point vel; be garr you be vere sick, you no point leave a de provision; be garr you stay, spit your nose.

_Lass_. All staies have strength like to thy arguments.

_Cass_. Staie, _Lassenbergh_.

_Luc_. Deare Lord.

_Flo_. Most honord Earle.

_Lass_. Nothing shall hinder my resolved intent, But I will restlesse wander from the world Till I have shaken off these chaines from me.

[_Exit La_.

_Luc_. And I will never cease to follow thee Till I have wonne thee from these unkinde thoughts.

_Cass_. Haplesse _Lucilia_! [_Exit Luc_.

_Flor_. Unkinde _Lassenbergh_!

_Doct_. Be garr, dis Earle be de chollericke complection, almost skipshack, be garr: he no point staie for one place. Madame, me be no so laxative; mee be bound for no point moove six, seaven, five hundra yeare from you sweete sidea; be garr, me be as de fine _Curianet_ about your vite necke; my harte be close tie to you as your fine Buske or de fine Gartra boute your fine legge.

_Hans_. A good sencible Doctor; how feelinglie he talkes.

_Doct_. A plage a de Marshan! blowe wind!

_Han_. You need not curse him, sir; he has the stormes at Sea by this time.

_Doct_. O _forte bien_! a good Sea-sick jeast by this faire hand: blowe wind for mee! puh, he no come heere, Madame.

_Flo_. Come, noble Earle, let your kind presence grace Our feast prepard for this obdurate Lord, And give some comfort to his sorrowfull bride Who in her pitteous teares swims after him.

_Doct_. Me beare you company, signior _Flores_.

_Flor_. It shall not need, sir.

_Doct_. Be garr, dis be de sweet haven for me for anchor.

_Flor_. You are a sweet smell-feast,[57] Doctor; that I see. Ile [have] no such tub-hunters use my house. Therefore be gone, our marriage feast is dasht.

_Doct_. Vat speake a me de feast? me spurne a, me kick a de feast; be garr, me tell a me do de grand grace, de favor for suppa, for dina, for eata with dee; be garrs blur, we have at home de restorative, de quintessence, de pure destill goulde, de Nector, de Ambrosia. _Zacharee_, make ready de fine partricke, depaste de grand _Otamon_.

_Han_. _Zacharee_ is not heere, sir, but Ile do it for you. What is that _Otomon_, sir?

_Doct_. O de grand Bayaret de Mahomet, de grand Turgur, be garr.

_Ha_. O a Turkie, sir, you would have rosted, would you? Call you him an _Otoman_?

_Doct_. Have de whole ayre of Fowle at commaund?

_Flor_. You have the foole[58] at command, sir: you might have bestowed your selfe better. Wil't[59] please you walke, M. Doct. Dodypoll.

[_Exeunt all but the Doctor_.

_Doct_. How? Doddie poole? garrs blurr, Doctor Doddie, no point poole. You be paltrie Jacke knave, by garr: de doctor is nicast, de doctor is rage, de doctor is furie, be gar, the doctor is horrible, terrible furie. Vell, derre be a ting me tinke; be gars blur, me know, me be revenge me tella de Duke. Vell, me say no more: chok a de selfe, foule churle, fowle, horrible, terrible pigge, pye Cod.

[_Exit_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Lea_. I wonder what varietie of sights Retaines your father and the prince so long With signior _Flores_?

_Hya_. O signior _Flores_ is a man so ample In every complement of entertainement, That guests with him are, as in Bowers enchanted, Reft of all power and thoughts of their returne.

_Enter the Duke and Hardenbergh_.

_Lean_. Be silent, heere's the Duke.

_Alp_. Aye me beholde Your sonne, Lord _Hardenbergh_, courting _Hyanthe_.

_Har_. If he be courting tis for you, my liege.

_Alph_. No, _Hardenbergh_; he loves my sonne too well --My faire _Hyanthie_, what discourse is it Wherewith _Leander_ holdes you this [thus?] attentive? Would I could thinke upon the like for you.

_Hya_. You should but speake and passe the time, my lord.

_Alp_. Passe-time that pleaseth you is the use of time: Had I the ordering of his winged wheele It onely should serve your desires and mine. What should it do if you did governe it.

_Hya_. It should go backe againe and make you yong.

_Alph_. Swounds, _Hardenbergh_.

_Hard_. To her againe, my Lord.

_Alp_. _Hyanthe_, wouldst thou love me, I would use thee So kindlie that nothing should take thee from me.

_Hya_. But time would soone take you from me, my lord.

_Alp_. Spight on my soule: why talke I more of time? Shee's too good for me at time, by heaven.

_Har_. I, and place to (my Lord) I warrant her.

_Omnes_. Stop, stop, stop!

_Enter Alberdure mad; Motto and others following him_.

_Mott_. O stay, my Lord.

_Albe_. _Hyanthe, Hyanthe_, ô me, my love!

_Lea_. Heer's the Duke his father, heele marr all.

_Albe_. O villaine, he that lockt her in his arms And through the river swims along with her. Staie, traiterous _Nessus_, give me bowes and shafts. Whirre! I have strooke him under the shorte ribs: I come, _Hyanthe_! O peace, weepe no more. [_Exit_.

_Alp_. Meanes he not me by _Nessus, Hardenbergh_?

_Hard_.[60] My lord, he is surelie mad.

_Alph_. _Hyanthe_ loves him: See how she trembles and how pale she lookes! She hath enchanted my deere _Alderbure_ With crafts and treasons and most villanous Arts Are meanes by which shee seekes to murder him. _Hardenbergh_, take her and imprison her Within thy house: I will not loose my sonne For all the wealth the Loves of heaven embrace.

_Hya_. What meanes your grace by this?

_Alp_. Away with her!

_Hya_. You offer me intolerable wrong.

_Alp_. Away with her, I say.

_Har_. Come Ladie, feare not, Ile entreate you well.

_Hya_. What injurie is this!

[_Exit Hard. with Hyan_.

_Alph_. So now I have obtainde what I desir'd, And I shall easilie worke her to my will; For she is in the hands of _Hardenbergh_ Who will continually be pleading for me.

_Enter Doctor_.

_Doct_. Roome! a halle, a hall! be garr, vere is de Duke?

_Alp_. Heere, maister Doctor.

_Doct_. O we have grand important matter for tella your grace how de know de cause for de wish cause your sonne is da madman.

_Enter Alberdure running_.

_Alb_. What? art thou heere? sweete _Clio_, come, be bright; Take me thy Timbrell and Tobaccho pipe, And give _Hyanthe_ musicke at her windowe.

_Doct_. Garrs blurr, my cap, my cap, cost me de deale a French crowne.

_Alb_. But I will crown thee with a cod of Muske, Instead of Lawrell, and a Pomander[61]: But thou must write _Acrostignues_ first, my girle.

_Doct_. Garzowne, what a pox do you stand heere for, de grand poltrone pezant, and see de Doctor be dus?

_Alb_. Aye me, what _Demon_ was it guide me thus? This is _Melpomene_, that Scottish witch[62], Whom I will scratche like to some villanous gibb, And--

_Doct_. O Garzowne, la diabole, la pestilence, gars blur!

_Alp_. Lay holde upon him, helpe the Doctor there!

_Alb_. Then reason's fled to animals, I see, And I will vanish like Tobaccho smoake. _Exit_.

_Doct_. A grand pestilence a dis furie

_Alp_. Follow him, sirs, _Leander_, good _Leander_! But, Doctor, canst thou tell us the true cause Of this suddaine frenzie?

_Doct_. O by garr, pleaze your grace heare de long tale [or] de short tale?

_Alp_. Briefe as you can, good Doctor.

_Doct_. Faite and trot, briefe den, very briefe, very laccingue. De Prince, your sonne, feast with de knave Jeweller, _Flores_, and he for make a Prince love a de foule croope-shouldra daughter _Cornelia_, give a de prince a de love poudra which my selfe give for the wenche a before, and make him starke madde be garr because he drinke a too much a.

_Alp_. How know you this?

_Doct_. Experience teach her, by garr; de poudra have grand force for inflama de bloud, too much make a de rage and de present furie: be garr, I feare de mad man as de devilla, garr blesse a.

_Enter Hardenbergh_.

_Alp_. How now, sweete _Hardenbergh_?

_Har_. The Prince, my Lord, in going downe the staires Hath forst an Axe[63] from one of the Trevants (?), And with it (as he runnes) makes such cleare way As no man dare oppose him to his furie.

_Alp_. Aye me, what may I do? heere are such newes As never could have entred our free ears But that their sharpnesse do enforce a passage. Follow us, Doctor; 'tis _Flores_ treacherie That thus hath wrought my sonnes distemperature.

_Exit [Alph_.

_Hard_. _Flores_, the Jeweller?

_Doct_. I, he, dat fine precious stone knave: by garr, I tinke I shall hit upon hir skirt till be thred bare new.

_Exit [Doct with Hard_.

[SCENE 3.]

_Musicke playing within. Enter a Peasant_.

_Pes_. 'Tis night, and good faith I am out of my way. O harke; What brave musick is this under the green hill?

_Enter Fairies bringing in a banquet_.

O daintie, O rare, a banquet! would to Christ I were one of their guests. Gods ad, a fine little Dapper fellow has spyed me: What will he doo? He comes to make me drinke: I thanke you, Sir. Some of your victuals, I pray; Sir; nay now keepe your meate, I have enough I; the cup, I faith. _Exit_.

_Enter the spirit with banquetting stuffe, and missing the pesant, lookes up and downe for him; the rest wondering at him; to them enters the Enchanter_.

_Ench_. Where is my precious cup, you Antique flames? Tis thou that hast convaide it from my bowre, And I will binde thee in some hellish cave Till thou recover it againe for me. You that are bodyes made of lightest ayre, To let a Peasant mounted on a Jade Coozen your curtesies and run away With such a Jewell, worthy are to endure Eternall pennance in the lake of fier.

_Enter Lass. and Lucilia_.

_Lass_. Wilt thou not cease then to pursue me still? Should I entreate thee to attend me thus, Then thou wouldst pant and rest, then thy soft feete Would be repining at these niggard stones: Now I forbid thee, thou pursuest like winde, Ne tedious space of time nor storme can tire thee. But I will seeke out some high slipperie close[64] Where every step shall reache the gate of death, That feare may make thee cease to follow me.

_Luc_. There will I bodilesse be when you are there, For love despiseth death and scorneth feare.

_Lass_. Ile wander, where some boysterous river parts This solid continent, and swim from thee.

_Luc_. And there Ile follow though I drown for thee.

_Lass_. But I forbid thee.

_Luc_. I desire thee more.

_Lass_. Art thou so obstinate?

_Luc_. You taught me so.

_Lass_. I see thou lovest me not.

_Luc_. I know I doo.

_Lass_. Do all I bid thee then.

_Luc_. Bid then as I may doo.

_Lass_. I bid thee leave mee.

_Luc_. That I cannot doo.

_Lass_. My hate.

_Luc_. My love.

_Lass_. My torment.

_Luc_. My delight.

_Lass_. Why do I straine to wearie thee with words? Speech makes thee live; Ile then with silence kill thee, Henceforth be deafe to thy words and dumbe to thy minde.

_Ench_. What rock hath bred this savage-minded man? That such true love in such rare beauty shines[65]! Long since I pittied her; pittie breeds love, And love commands th'assistance of my Art T'include them in the bounds of my command. Heere stay your wandering steps; chime[66] silver strings, Chime, hollow caves, and chime you whistling reedes, For musick is the sweetest chime for love. Spirits, bind him, and let me leave[67] my love.

[SCENE 4.]

_Enter A[l]berdure at one doore, and meetes with the Pesant at the other doore_.

_Alb_. _Hyanthe_, ô sweet _Hyanthe_, have I met thee? How is thy beautie changed since our departure! A beard, _Hyanthe_? ô tis growne with griefe, But now this love shall tear thy griefe from thee.

_Pes_. A pox on you! What are you? Swounds, I think I am haunted with spirits.

_Alb_. Weepe not, _Hyanthe_; I will weepe for thee, Lend me thy eyes. No, villaine, thou art he That in the top of _Eruines_ hill Daunst with the Moone and eate up all the starres, Which made thee like _Hyanthe_ shine so faire; But, villaine, I will rip them out of thee.

_Enter Motto and others_.

_Pea_. Slid, holde your hands.

_Alb_[68]. I come with thunder.

_Pea_. Come and you dare.

_Mott_. Holde, villaine; tis the young prince _Alberdure_.

_Pea_. Let the young prince hold then; slid, I have no starres in my bellie, I; let him seeke his _Hyanthe_ where he will.

_Alb_. O this way by the glimmering of the Sunne And the legieritie[69] of her sweete feete She scowted on, and I will follow her. I see her, like a goulden spangle, sit Upon the curled branch of yonder tree. Sit still, _Hyanthe_; I will flie to thee. _Exit_.

_Mott_. Follow, follow, follow!

_Exeunt all but Peas_.

_Enter Flores and Hance_.[70]

_Pea_. Together and be hanged. O heere comes more; pray God I have better lucke with these two. By your leave, sir, do you know one Maist. _Flores_, I pray?

_Flo_. What wouldst thou have with him?

_Pea_. Faith, Sir, I am directed to you by Lady Fortune with a peece of plate. I doe hope you will use plaine dealing, being a Jeweller.

_Flo_. Where hadst thou this?

_Pea_. In a very strange place, sir.

_Han_. He stole it, sir, I warrant you.

_Flo_. I never sawe a Jemme so precious, So wonderful in substance and in Art. Fellow, confesse preciselie where thou hadst it.

_Pea_. Faith, sir, I had it in a cave in the bottome of a fine greene hill where I found a company of Fairies, I thinke they call them.

_Flo_. Sawst thou any more such furniture there?

_Pea_. Store, sir, store.

_Flo_. And canst thou bring me thither?

_Pea_. With a wet finger[71], sir.

_Han_. And ha they good cheere, too?

_Pea_. Excellent.

_Han_. O sweete thiefe!

_Flo_. Tis sure some place enchanted, which this ring Will soone dissolve and guard me free from feare. --Heer's for the cup; come, guide me quickly thither. Ah, could I be possest of more such Jemmes, I were the wealthiest Jeweller on earth.

_Exeunt_.

[SCENE 5.]

_Enter Enchanter, leading Luc. and Lass. bound by spirits; who being laid down on a green banck, the spirits fetch in a bânquet_.

THE SONG.

_O princely face and fayre, that lightens all the ayre, Would God my eyes kind fire might life and soule inspire. To thy rich beauty shining in my hearts treasure, The unperfect words refining for perfect pleasure_.

_Ench_. Lie there and lose the memorie of her Who likewise hath forgot the thought of thee By my inchantments. Come, sit down, fair Nimphe, And taste the sweetnesse of these heavenly cates, Whilst from the hollow cranies[72] of this rocke Musick shall sound to recreate my love. But tell me had you ever lover yet?

_Luc_. I had a lover, I thinke, but who it was, Or when, or how, long since, aye me, I know not. Yet beat my timerous thoughts on such a thing; I feele a pasionate hearte but finde no flame, Thinke what I know not, nor know what I thinke.

_Ench_. Hast thou forgot me, then? I am thy love, Whom sweetly thou wert wont to entertaine With lookes, with vowes of love, with amorous kisses. Lookst thou so strange? dost thou not know me yet?

_Luc_. Sure I should know you.

_Ench_. Why, love? doubt you that? Twas I that lead you through the painted meadows, When the light Fairies daunst upon the flowers, Hanging on every leafe an orient pearle[73] Which, strooke together with the silver winde Of their loose mantels, made a silvery chime. Twas I that winding my shrill bugle horn, Made a guilt pallace breake out of the hill, Filled suddenly with troopes of knights and dames Who daunst and reveld whilste we sweetly slept Upon a bed of Roses, wrapt all in goulde. Doost thou not know me yet?

_Luc_. Yes, now I know you.

_Ench_. Come then, confirme thy knowledge with a kiss.

_Luc_. Nay, stay, you are not he: how strange is this!

_Ench_. Thou art growne passing strange, my love, To him that made thee so long since his bride.

_Luc_. O, was it you? come then. O stay a while: I know not what[74] I am nor where I am, Nor you, nor these I know, nor any thing.

_Enter Flores with Hance and the Peasant_.

_Pea_. This is the greene, Sir, where I had the cup, And this the bottome of a falling hill; This way I went following the sound. And see--

_Han_. O see, and seeing eate withall.

_Flo_. What? _Lassenbergh_ laid bound, and fond _Lucilia_. Wantonly feasting by a strangers side! --Peasant, be gone:

[_Exit Peasant_[75]]

_Hance_, stand you there and stir not.-- Now sparckle forth thy beams, thou vertuous Jemme, And lo[o]se these strong enchantments.

_Ench_. Stay! aye me, We are betrai'd! Haste, spirits, and remove This table and these cups,--remove, I say: Our incantations strangely are dissolv'd.

_Exeunt Ench. with spirits and banquets_.

_Han_. O spightfull churles! have they caried away all? has haste made no waste?

_Luc_. My Lord, Earle _Lassenbergh_, ô pardon me.

_Lass_. Away from me.

_Luc_. O can I in these bands? Forget the dutie of my love to you? Were they of Iron, or strong Adamant, My hands should teare them from my wronged Lord.

_Flo_. O, _Lassenbergh_, to what undoubted perrill Of life and honour had you brought your selfe By obstinacie of your froward minde, Had not my fortune brought me to this place To lo[o]se the enchantment, which enthralled you both, By hidden vertue of this precious ring. Come, therefore, friendly and imbrace at last The living partner of your strange mishaps Justly pursuing you for flying her.

_Lass_. Leave me, I say; I can endure no more.

_Lu_. Ah, have I loos'd thee then to flie from mee?

_Lass_. Away! [_Exit_.

_Lu_. Ile follow thee,

_Flo_. Tarrie, _Lucilia_.

_Lu_. Deare father, pardon mee. [_Exit_.

_Flo_. Sirrah, attend her. Poore wretch, I feare this too much love in thee Is fatall to thee. Up, Sirrah, follow your mistresse.

_Han_. I, sir, I go; my mistresse dogs the banket and I dog her.

[_Exeunt_.

_Finis Actus Tertii_.

[_Actus Quartus_.]

_Enter Motto, Raphe bringing in Alberdure_.

_Motto_. So, sir, lay even downe your handie worke.

_Rap_. Nay, sir, your handie worke, for you were the cause of his drowning.

_Mot_. I? I defie thee. Wert not thou next him when he leapt into the River?

_Rap_. O monstrous lyar!

_Mot_. Lye! you peasant, go too: Ile go tell the Duke.

_Rap_. I, sir, Ile go with you, I warrant you.

[_Exeunt_.

_Alb_. What sodain cold is this that makes me shake, Whose veines even now were fill'd with raging fire? How am I thus all wet? What water's this That lies so ycelike, freezing in my blood? I thinke the cold of it hath cur'd my heate, For I am better temperd than before. But in what unacquainted place am I? 0 where is my _Hyanthe_, where's _Leander_? What, all alone? nothing but woods and streames? I cannot guesse whence these events should grow.

_Enter Peasant_.

_Pea_. O that I could lose my way for another cup, now. I was well paide for it yfaith.

_Alb_. Yonder is one; Ile enquire of him. Fellow, ho! peasant!

_Pea_. Aie me, the mad man againe, the mad man.

_Alb_. Saie, whither fliest thou.

_Pea_. Pray, let me goe, sir; I am not _Hyanthe_, in truth I am not, sir.

_Alb_. _Hyanthe_, villaine? wherfore namest thou her?

_Pea_. If I have any scarres in my belly, pray God I starve, sir.

_Alb_. The wretch is mad, I thinke.

_Pea_. Not I, sir, but you be not madde, you are well amended, sir.

_Alb_. Why tellest thou me of madnesse?

_Pea_. You were little better then mad even now, sir, when you gave me such a twitch by the beard.

_Alb_. I can remember no such thing, my friend.

_Pea_. No, sir, but if you had a beard you wold.

_Alb_. What place is this? how far am I from court?

_Pea_. Some two myles and a wye byt, sir.

_Alb_. I wonder much my friends have left me thus. Peazant, I pray thee change apparell with mee.

_Pea_. Change apparell, I faith you will lose by that, sir.

_Alb_. I care not; come, I pray thee, letts change.

_Pea_. With all my heart, sir, and I thanke you, too. Sblood y'are very moist, sir, did you sweat all this, I pray? you have not the desease, I hope?

_Alb_. No, I warrant thee.

_Pea_. At a venture, sir, Ile change. Nothing venter, nothing enter.

_Alb_. Come, letts be gone.

_Pea_. Backe, sir, I pray.

[_Exeunt_.

[SCENE 2.]

_Enter Hardenbergh with a guard, bringing in Cassimere, Flores, Doctor, Marchant, Cornelia, Motto, and Raphe_.

_Har_. Thus, _Flores_, you apparantly perceive How vaine was your ambition and what dangers, All unexpected, fall upon your head, Povertie, exile, guiltinesse of heart, And endlesse miserie to you and yours. Your goods are seized alreadie for the Duke; And, if Prince _Alberdure_ be found deceast, The least thou canst expect is banishment. Earle _Cassimere_, I take[76] your word of pledge Of his appearance. Pages of the Prince, Come guide me straight where his drownd bodie lies, Drownes his father in eternall teares.

[_Exit cum servis; manet Al_.

_Mot_. Drownes him and will hang us.

_Mar_. Good Signior _Flores_, I am sorry for you.

_Doct_. _Marshan_, parle vu pen. Be garr, me vor grand love me beare de good Mershan, vor de grand worte, be garr, and de grand deserte me sea in you, de bravea Mershan, me no point rivall; you have _Cornelia_ alone, by my trot, ha, ha, ha!

_Mar_. M. Doctor _Doddie_, surnam'd the Amorous'de, I will overcome you in curtesie, your selfe shall have her.

_Doct_. No, by garr, Marshan: you bring de fine tings from de strange land vere de Sunne do rise, de Jewell, de fine stuffe vor de brave gowne: me no point. Come, by garr, you have _Cornel_.

_Cass_. Hands off, base Doctor! she despiseth thee, Too good for thee to touch or looke upon.

_Flo_. What wretched state is this, Earle _Cassimere_, That I and my unhappie progenie Stand subject to the scornes of such as these!

_Cass_. Grieve not, deare friends, these are but casuall darts. That wanton Fortune daily casts at those In whose true bosomes perfect honour growes. Now, _Dodypoll_, to you: you here refuse _Cornelias_ marriage? you'le none of her!

_Doct_. Be garr, you be the prophet; not I by my trot.

_Cass_. Nor you, maste[r] merchant? shee's too poore for you!

_Mar_. Not so, sir; but yet I am content to let fall my suite.

_Cass_. _Cornelia_, both dissembled they would have you; Which like you best?

_Cor_. My Lord, my fortunes are no chusers now,-- Nor yet accepters of discurtesies.

_Cass_. You must chuse one here needs.

_Doct_. By garr, no chuse mee, me clime to heaven, me sincke to hell, me goe here, me go dare, me no point deere, by garr.

_Cass_. If you will none, whose judgement are too base To censure true desert, your betters will.

_Flo_. What meanes Lord _Cassimere_ by these strange words?

_Cass_. I mean to take _Cornelia_ to my wife.

_Flo_. Will you, then, in my miserie, mock me too?

_Cass_. I mock my friend in misery? heavens, scorne such! Halfe my estate and halfe my life is thine; The rest shall be _Cornelia's_ and mine.

_Doct_. O bitter shame, be garr.

_Flo_. My Lord, I know your noble love to me And do so highly your deserts esteeme That I will never yeeld to such a match. Choose you a beautious dame of high degree And leave _Cornelia_ to my fate and mee.

_Cass_. Ah, _Flores, Flores_, were not I assured Both of thy noblenesse, thy birth and merite, Yet my affection vow'd with friendships toong, In spite of all base changes of the world That tread on noblest head once stoopt by fortune Should love and grace thee to my utmost power. _Cornelia_ is my wife: what sayes my love? Cannot thy father's friend entreat so much.

_Cor_. My humble minde can nere presume To dreame in such high grace to my lowe seate.

_Cass_. My graces are not ordered in my words. Come love, come friend; for friendship now and love Shall both be joynde in one eternall league.

_Flo_. O me, yet happy in so true a friend.

[_Exeunt_.