_Mar_. See, signior _Flores_, A Peasant that I met with neere your house, Where[78] since he found you not he asked of me The place of your abode; and heere I have brought him. _Flo_. I thank 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_. What 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 give me for it? _Flo_. Thou art a luckie fellow; let us see. Lord _Cassimeere_, this is the haplesse Jewell That represents the form of _Alberdure_, Given 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 been a quarter of a yeare drowned, yet prettelie come to himselfe, saving that he was so madde to change apparrell with me; in the pocket whereof, sir, I found this Jewell. _Flo_. O tell me trulie, lives prince _Alberdure_? _Pea_. He lives a my word, sir, but very poorely now, God help him. _Cass_. Is he recovered of his lunacie? _Pea_. I, by my faith, hee's tame enough now, Ile warrant him. _Flo_. And where is he? _Pea_. Nay, that I cannot tell. _Cass_. Come, _Flores_, hast we quicklie to the Court With this most happie newes. _Flo_. Come, happie friend, The most auspicious messenger to me That ever greeted me in Pesants weeds. [_Exeunt_. _Enter Doctor_. _Mar_. I would I could meet M. Doctor Doddie, I have a tricke to gull the Asse withall; I christned him right Doctor Doddipole. Heere he comes passing luckely; Ile counterfeit business with him in all poste haste possible. Maister Doctor, Maister Doctor! _Doct_. Shesue, vat ayle de man? _Mar_. I love you, Maister Doctor, and therefore with all the speed I could possiblie I sought you out. _Doct_. Vell, vat? _Mar_. This, sir; the marriage which we thought made even now, betweene Earle _Cassimere_ and _Cornelia_, was but a jest only to drawe you to marry her, for she doth exceedinglie dote upon you; and _Flores_ her father hath invented 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 knave jeweller! O vile begger! be my trot, Marshan, me studdie, me beat my braine, me invent, me dreame upon such a ting. _Mar_. I know, sir, your wit would forsee it. _Doct_. O by garr, tree, fore, five monthe agoe. _Mar_. Well, sir, y'ave 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 love, me embrace, me kisse de, will, be my trot. _Mar_. Well, sir, make haste to prevent the worste. _Doct_. I flie, Marshan, spit de Earle, spit de wenche, spit all bee garre. Se dis, Marshan, de brave Braine be garre. [_Exit_.