_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.