garr she no sooner drinke but shee hang your neck
about; she stroake your beard; she nippe your sheeke; she busse your
lippe, by garr.

_Flo_. What, wilt thou eate me, Doctor?

_Doct_. By garr, mee must shew you de vertue by plaine demonstration.

_Flo_. Well, tell me, is it best in wine or no?

_Doct_. By garr de Marshan, de Marshan, I tinck he kisse my sweete
mistresse.

_Flo_. Nay, pray thee, Doctor, speake; is't best in wine or no?

_Doct_. O, good Lort! in vyne: vat else I pray you? you give de vench to
loove vatra? be garre me be ashame of you.

_Flo_. Well, thankes, gentle Doctor. And now (my friends)
I looke to day for strangers of great state,
And must crave libertie to provide for them.
Painter, goe leave your worke, and you, _Lucilia_,
Keepe you (I charge you) in your chamber close.
[_Exeunt Cass. and Lucilia_.
_Haunce_, see that all things be in order set
Both for our Musicke and our large Carowse,
That (after our best countrie fashion)
I may give entertainment to the Prince.

_Han_. One of your Hault-boyes (sir) is out of tune.

_Flo_. Out of tune, villaine? which way?

_Han_. Drunke (sir), ant please you?

_Flo_. Ist night with him alreadie?--Well, get other Musicke.

_Han_. So we had need in truth, sir.
[_Exit Hans_.

_Doct_. Me no trouble you by my fait, me take my leave: see, de
unmannerlie Marshan staie, by garr. [_Exit_.

_Mar_. Sir, with your leave Ile choose some other time
When I may lesse offend you with my staie. [_Exit_.

_Flo_. _Albertus_, welcome.--And now, _Cornelia_,
Are we alone? looke first; I, all is safe.
Daughter, I charge thee now even by that love
In which we have been partiall towards thee
(Above thy sister, blest with bewties guifts)
Receive this vertuous powder at my hands,
And (having mixt it in a bowle of Wine)
Give it unto the Prince in his carowse.
I meane no villanie heerein to him
But love to thee wrought by that charmed cup.
We are (by birth) more noble then our fortunes;
Why should we, then, shun any meanes we can
To raise us to our auncient states againe?
Thou art my eldest care, thou best deserv'st
To have thy imperfections helpt by love.

_Corn_. Then, father, shall we seeke sinister meanes
Forbidden by the lawes of God and men?
Can that love prosper which is not begun
By the direction of some heavenly fate?

_Flo_. I know not; I was nere made Bishop yet;
I must provide for