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ACTVS QVINTVS.

Enter Cassimeere, Flores with the Cup, Pesant, and the Marchant.
Mar.
See signior Flores,
A Pesant that I met with neere your house:
VVhere since he found you not,
He asked of me the place of your abode,
And heere I haue brought him.

Flo.
I thanke you sir: my good lord Cassimeere,
This is the man that brought this cup to me,
Which for my ransome, we go now to offer
To my good lord the Duke.

Cass.
VVhat brings he now?

Flo.
That will we know: come hither honest friend,
What wisht occasion brings thee now to me?

Pea.
This occasion sir, what will ye giue me for it?

Flo.
Thou art a luckie fellow, let vs see:
Lord Cassimere, this is the haplesse Iewell,
That represents the forme of Alberdure,
Giuen by Cornelia at our fatall feast,
Where hadst thou this, my good and happy friend?

Pea.

Faith sir, I met with the young prince all wet,
who lookt as if he had beene a quarter of a yeare drowned:
yet prettelie come to himselfe, sauing that he was
so madde to change apparrell with me: in the pocket
whereof sir, I found this Iewell.

Flo.
O tell me trulie, liues prince Alberdure?

Pea.
He liues a my word sir, but very poorelie now,
God helpe him.

Cass.
Is he recouered of his Lunacie?

Pea.

I by my faith, hee's tame inough now Ile warrant
him.

Flo.
And where is he?

Pea.
Naie that I cannot tell.

Cass.
Come Flores hast we quicklie to the Court,
VVith this most happie newes.

Flo.
Come happie friend,
The most auspitious messenger to me,
That euer greeted me in Pesants weeds.

Exeunt.
Enter Doctor.
Mar.
I would I could meet with M. Doctor Doddie,
I haue a tricke to gull the Asse withall,
I christned him right Doctor Doddipole.
Heere he comes passing luckely, Ile counterfeit
Businesse with him in all poste haste possible:
Maister Doctor, maister Doctor?

Doct.
Shesue vat ayle de man?

Mar.

I loue you maister Doctor, and therefore withall
the speed I could possiblie, I sought you out.

Doct.

Vell, vat?

Mar.

This sir, the marriage which we thought made

euen now, betweene Earle Cassimere and Cornelia, was
but a iest onely to drawe you to marrie her, for she doth
exceedinglie dote vpon you: and Flores her father
hath inuented, that you are betrothed to her, and is
gone with a supplication to the Duke, to enforce you
to marrie her.

Doct.

Be garr me thought no lesse, O knaue Ieweller,
O vile begger, be my trot Marshan, me studdie, me beat
my braine, me inuent, me dreame vpon such a ting.

Mar.

I know sir your wit would foresee it.

Doct.

O by garr, tree, fore, fiue monthe agoe.

Mar.

Well sir, y'aue a perilous wit, God blesse me out
of the swinge of it: but you had best looke to it betimes;
for Earl Cassimere hath made great friends against you.

Doct.

Marshan, me loue, me embrace, me kisse de
will be my trot.

Mer.

Well sir, make haste to preuent the worste.

Doct.

I flie Marshan, spit de Earle, spit de wenche,
spit all bee garre, Se dis Marshan, de braue Braine
be garre.

Exit.
Mar.

De braue braine by garre, not a whit of the
flower of wit in it. Ile to the Courte after him, and see
how he abuses the Dukes patience.

Exit.
Enter Alphonso, Hard. Lassing. Leander, Stro. Hosherman, Motto and Raphe.
Alp.
Aye me, what hard extremitie is this?
Nor quick nor dead, can I beholde my sonne.

Enter Hance in the Princes apparrell.
Hance.
Beholde your sonne:
Blessing noble Father.

Hard.
Malipart knaue, art thou the Princes sonne?

Han.
I sir, apparrell makes the man.

Alp.
Vnhappy man, would God I had my sonne,
So he had his Hyanthe, or my life.

Lea.
Should he enioy Hyanthe my Lord?
Would you forsake your loue so he did liue?

Alp.
My loue and life, did my deere sonne suruiue.

Lea.
But were he found, or should he liue my Lord,
Although Hyanthes loue were the chiefe cause
Of his mishap, and amourous lunacie,
I hope your highnesse loues him ouer well,
To let him repossesse his wits with her.

Alp.
My loue is dead, in sorrow for his death,
His life and wits, should ransome worlds from me.

Lea.
My Lord, I had a vision this last night,
Wherein me thought I sawe the prince your sonne,
Sit in my fathers garden with Hyanthe,
Vnder the shaddow of the Lawrell tree.
VVith anger therefore 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 visition,
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 circumuenting speech,
Offered suspition of such euent.

Stro.
My lord, most fortunate were that euent,
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 seruant 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 loue.
Shun not thy fathers sight that longs for thee.

Alb.
Go then before, and we will follow straight.

Lean.
Comfort my Lord, my vision proou'd most true,
Euen in that place, vnder the Lawrell shade,
I found them sitting iust, as I beheld them
In my late vision: see sir where they come.

Alp.
Am I enchanted? or see I my sonne?
I, I, the boy hath plaide the traytor with me:
O you young villaine, trust you with my loue,
How smoothe the cunning treacher lookt on it.

Hard.
But sirra can this be?

Lean.
You knew him to be mad, these thought him drownd,
My Lord, take you no more delight to see your sonne,
Recouered of his life and wits?

Alp.
See, see, how boldly the young pollytician
Can vrge his practise: Sirra you shall know,
Ile not be ouer-reacht with your young braine:
All haue agreed I see to cozen me,
But all shall faile: come Ladie, Ile haue you
Spight of all: and sonne learne you
Hereafter, to vse more reuerend meanes,
To obtaine of me what you desire:
I haue no ioy to see thee rai'zd,
From a deluding death.

Hya.
My Lord, 'tis tyrrannie t'enforce my loue.

Lean.
I hope your Highnesse will maintaine your word.

Alp.
Doost thou speake Traitor?
Straight Ile haue you safe:
For daring to delude me in my loue.

Albe.
O friend, thou hast betraide my loue in vaine,
Now am I worse, then eyther mad or drown'd:
Now haue I onely wits to know my griefes,
And life to feele them.

Hya.
Let me go to him.

Alp.
Thou shalt not haue thy will,
Nor he his Loue:
Neither of both know what is fit for you.
I loue with iudgement, and vpon cold bloud,
He with youths furie, without reasons stay:
And this shall time, and my kinde vsage of thee,
Make thee discerne, meane time consider this;
That I neglect for thee a beautious Dutchesse,
Who next to thee is fairest in the world.

Enter Messenger.
Mes.
My Lord, the Duke of Brunswick, and his sister
The beautious Dutchesse are arriued here.

Alp.
Whats that the Dutchesse?

Mes.
Euen her grace my Lord.

Alp.
VVhy Hardenbergh ha,
Is the Dutchesse come?

Hard.
I know not my good Lord,
Where is the Dutchesse?

Mes.
Hard by my Lord.

Alp.
Sounes I am not here, go tell her so;
Or let her come, my choice is free in loue.
Come my Hyanthie, stand thou close to me.

Mes.
My Lord, the Duke himselfe is come to vrge
Your promise to him, which you must not breake.

Hosch.
Nor will you wish to breake it good my lord?
I am assur'd, when you shall see the Dutchesse,
Whose matchlesse beauties will renew the minde,
Of her rare entertainment, and her presence,
Put all new thoughts of loue out of your minde.

Alp.
Well I do see 'tis best, my sweete Hyanthie,
That thou stand further.

Hya.
Ile be gone my Lord.

Alp.
Not gone, but mixe thy selfe among the rest,
What a spight is this:
Counsell me Hardenbergh.

Hard.
The Dutchesse comes my Lord.

Alp.
Out of my life, how shall I looke on her?

Enter Constan. Kather. Lassen. Lucil. Cassi. Cornelia, Ite, a Songe: after the Dutchesse speakes.
Kat.
How now my Lord, you looke as one dismaid,
Haue any visions troubled you of late?

Alp.
Your grace, & your most princely brother here,
Are highlie welcome to the Saxon Court.

Kath.
O you dissemble sir:
Nor are we come in hope of welcome,
But with this poore head-peece,
To beare the brunt of all discurtesies.

Const.
My Lorde, wee come not now to vrge the marriage
You sought with such hot suite, of my faire Sister;
But to resolue our selues, and all the world,
Why you retained such meane conceipt of vs,
To slight so solemne and so high a contract,
With vaine pretext of visions or of dreames.

Alp.
My Lord, I heare protest by earth and heauen,
I holde your state right mightie and renowned,
And your faire sisters beauties and deserts,
To be most worthy the greatest king aliue,
Onlie an ominous vision troubled me,
And hindred the wisht speede I would haue made,
Not to dissolue it, though it were diferd,
By such portents (as least you thinke I faine)
Lord Hardenbergh can witnesse is most true.

Hard.
Most true my Lord, and most prodigious.

Alp.
Yet Ile contemne them with my life and all,
Ere Ile offend your grace or breed suspect
Of my firme faith, in my most honoured loue.

Kath.
No, no, my Lord, this is your vision,
That hath not frighted but enamoured you.

Alp.
O Madame, thinke you so, by heauen I sweare,
Shee's my sonnes loue: sirra take her to you,
Haue I had all this care to do her grace,
To prooue her vertues, and her loue to thee,
And standst thou fearefull now? take her I say.

Lea.
My Lord, he feares you will be angry with him.

Alp.
You play the villaine, wherfore should he feare?
I onely proued her vertues for his sake,
And now you talke of anger, aye me wretche,
That euer I should liue to be thus shamed?

Alb.
Madame, I sweare, the Ladie is my loue,
Therefore your highnesse cannot charge my father,
With any wrong to your high woorth in her.

Con.
Sister, you see me vtterly mistake the kinde
And princelie dealing of the Duke:
Therefore without more ceremonious doubts,
Lets reconfirme the contract and his loue.

Kath.
I warrant you my Lord the Duke dissembles.

Alp.
Heere on my knees, at the Altar of those feete,
I offer vp in pure and sacred breath,
The true speech of my hart, and hart it selfe.
Require no more, if thou be princelie borne,
And not of Rockes, or ruthelesse Tygers bred.

Kath.
My Lord, I kindlie crie you mercy now,
Ashamed that you should iniurie your estate,
To kneele to me: and vowe before these Lords
To make you all amends you can desire.

Flo.
Madame, in admiration of your Grace
And princelie wisedom: and to gratifie
The long wisht ioye, done to my Lord the Duke,
I here present your highnesse with this Cup,
Wrought admirablie by th'art of Spirits,
Of substance faire, more riche then earthly Iemmes,
Whose valew no mans iudgement can esteeme.

Alp.
Flores, Ile interrupt the Dutchesse thankes,
And for the present thou hast giuen to her,
To strengthen her consent to my desires,
I recompence thee with a free release,
Of all offences twixt thy selfe and me.

Flo.
I humblie thanke your Excellence.

Kath.
But where is now vnkinde Earle Lassinbergh?
That iniuries his faire loue, and makes her weare
This worthlesse garlande come sir make amends,
Or we will heere awarde you worthie penance.

Lass.
Madame, since her departure I haue done
More hartie penance then her hart could wish,
And vowe hereafter to liue euer hers.

Kat.
Then let vs cast aside these forlorne wreathes,
And with our better fortunes change our habits.

Enter Doctor in poste, the Marchant following him.
Doct.

O stay my Lorte, me pray you on knee, vor
staie.

Alp.
What's the matter Doctor?

Doct.
O me bret be garr, for haste.

Con.
What ayles the hastie Doctor?

Doct.
My Lorte be garr he lyes falslie in his troate,
Me prooue by the duell dat he be the fallce knaue.

Alp.
Who is it man, with whom thou art so bold?

Doct.

My Lorte, if me make my contrack of marriage,
if me be not as loose as de vide worlde, if me doe
not alleadge.

Alp.

I praie thee man what meanest thou?

Doct.

Be garr enforme your grace vat he dare, I will
prooue by good argument and raison, dat he is de
fallce beggerlie Ieweller, dat I no point marrie Cornelia;
vat say you now?

Cass.

My Lord, no doubt some man hath guld the
Doctor, supposing he should be enforste to wed her
that is my wife, and euer scorned him.

Doct.

Vat you say? de Marshan tell a me, I marrie
Cornelia spit my Nose.

Alp.
The Marchant I perceiue hath trimde you Doctor,
And comb'd you smoothelie:
Faithe I can him thanke,
That thus reuiues our meeting with such mirth.

Doct.

O be bright de heauen, est a possible, and by

heauen I be reuenge dat vile Marshen, me make de
medecine drie vp de Sea, seauen towsand, towsand
million d'stlloe, fife hundred, hundred, dram Fuffian,
Marquesite, Balestiæ, Hematete, Cortemedian, Churcacholl,
Pantasite Petrofidem, Hynape, and by garr de hot Pepre,
me make de vinde, de greate collicke, puffe, blowe, by
garr, teare de Sayle, beate de maste, cracke de Ship in
towsand towsand peeces.

Exit.
Alp.
Farewell gentle Doctor Doddipoll:
And now deere Ladie, let vs celebrate
Our happie royall nuptials, and my sonnes,
With this our sweete and generall amitie,
Which heauen smile on with his goulden eye.