Alber.  Most excellent:  and see besides (my Lords) How Cupids wings do spring out of the stone As if they needed not the helpe of Art.

Flo.  My Lord, you see all sorts of Jewells heere,
I will not tire your grace with view of them;
Ile onely shew you one faire Aggat more,
Commended chiefely for the workmanship.

Alber.  O excellent! this is the very face
Of Cassimeere:  by viewing both at once,
Either I thinke that both of them do live
Or both of them are Images and dead.

Flo.  My Lord, I feare I trouble you too long:  Wilt please your Lordships taste th[e]is homely cates?

Corn.  First (if it please you) give me leave to greete Your Princely hand with this unworthy gift, Yet woorthy since it represents your selfe.

Alber.  What? my selfe, Lady? trust me it is pittie So faire a Jemme should hold so rude a picture.

Cor.  My Lord, ’tis made a Jewell in your picture, Which otherwise had not deserv’d the name.

Alber.  Kinde mistresse, kindly I accept your favor.

Enter Lassingbergh, Haunce and Lucilia.

Flo.  Heere, you young gentleman; do you know this man?

[Exit Han.

Mot.  Yes, signior Flores, ’tis Earle Lassingbergh.—­My lord, what meane you to come this disguisd?

Lu.  Aye me!

Lass.  The foolish boye is mad; I am Cornelius.  Earle Lassingbergh?  I never heard of him.

Flo.  O Lassingbergh, we know your villainie,
And thy dishonour (fond Lucilia). 
Asse that I was, dull, sencelesse, grosse braynd fool
That dayly saw so many evident signes
Of their close dealings, winckings, becks and touches,
And what not?  To enforce me to discerne,
Had I not been effatuate even by Fate. 
Your presence, noble Lords (in my disgrace)
Doth deepely moove mee, and I heere protest
Most solemnly (in sight of heaven and you)
That if Earle Lassingbergh this day refuse
To make faire mends for this fowle trespasse done,
I will revenge me on his treacherous heart
Though I sustaine for him a thousand deaths.

Cass.  This action (traitour Lassingbergh) deserves Great satisfaction or else great revenge.

Alber.  Beleeve me, gallant Earle, your choice is faire.  And worthy your most honourable love.

Lassin.  My Lord, it greeves me to be thus unmaskt
And made ridiculous in the stealth of love;
But (for Lucilias honour) I protest
(Not for the desperate vowe that Flores made)
She was my wife before she knew my love,
By secret promise made in sight of heaven. 
The marriage which he urgeth I accept,
But this compulsion and unkinde disgrace
Hath altered the condition of my love
And filde my heart with yrksome discontent.