Flor_. Prince _Alberdure_, my great desire to aunswere The greatnes of your birth and high deserts With entertainment fitting to your state Makes althings seem too humble for your presence. _Alber_. Courteous S. _Flores_, your kinde welcome is Worthy the presence of the greatest Prince, And I am bound to good Earle _Cassimeere_ For honouring me with your desierd acquaintance. _Cass_. Wilt please you therefore to draw neere, my lord? _Flo_. Wilt please your grace to sit? _Alber_. No, good S. _Flores_; I am heere admiring The cunning strangenes of your antick worke: For though the generall tract of it be rough Yet is it sprinckled with rare flowers of Art. See what a livelie piercing eye is here; Marke the conveiance of this lovelie hand; Where are the other parts of this rare cheeke? Is it not pittie that they should be hid? _Flo_. More pittie 'tis (my lord) that such rare art Should be obscur'd by needie povertie; Hee's but a simple man kept in my house. _Alber_. Come, sirra, you are a practitioner, Lets have your judgement here. _Han_. Will you have a stoole, sir? _Moth_. I, and I thanke you too, sir. _Flo_. Hath this young Gentleman such skill in drawing? _Alber_. Many great maisters thinke him (for his yeares) Exceeding cunning. _Cass_. Now, sir, what thinke you? _Moth_. My Lord, I thinke more Art is shaddowed heere Then any man in _Germanie_ can shew Except Earle _Lassingbergh_; and (in my conceipt) This work was never wrought without his hand. _Flo_. Earle _Lassingbergh_! Aye me, my jealous thoughts Suspect a mischiefe which I must prevent. _Haunce_, call _Lucilia_ and the Painter strait, Bid them come both t'attend us at our feast.-- Is not your Grace yet wearie of this object? Ile shew your Lordship things more woorth the sight Both for their substance and their curious Art. _Alber_. Thankes, good sir _Flores_. _Flo_. See, then, (my Lord) this Aggat that containes The image of that Goddesse and her sonne, Whom auncients held the Soveraignes of Love; See naturally wrought out of the stone (Besides the perfect shape of every limme, Besides the wondrous life of her bright haire) A waving mantle of celestiall blew Imbroydering it selfe with flaming Starres. _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.