_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.