_, I pray?

_Flo_. What wouldst thou have with him?

_Pea_. Faith, Sir, I am directed to you by Lady Fortune with a peece of
plate. I doe hope you will use plaine dealing, being a Jeweller.

_Flo_. Where hadst thou this?

_Pea_. In a very strange place, sir.

_Han_. He stole it, sir, I warrant you.

_Flo_. I never sawe a Jemme so precious,
So wonderful in substance and in Art.
Fellow, confesse preciselie where thou hadst it.

_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 banquet_.

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,
H