y maisters
comfets. [_Exit_.

_Enter Flores, Cassimeere, Alberdure, Cornelia, and Moth.

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 th