anging 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.

_Flo_. What? _Lassenbergh_ laid bound, and fond _Lucilia_.
Wantonly feasting by a strangers side!
--Peasant, be gone:

[_Exit Peasant_[75]]

_Hance_, stand you there and stir not.--
Now sparckle forth thy beams, thou vertuous Jemme,
And lo[o]se these strong enchantments.

_Ench_. Stay! aye me,
We are betrai'd! Haste, spirits, and remove
This table and these cups,--remove, I say:
Our incantations strangely are dissolv'd.

_Exeunt Ench. with spirits and banquets_.

_Han_. O spightfull churles! have they caried away all? has haste made
no waste?

_Luc_. My Lord, Earle _Lassenbergh_, o pardon me.

_Lass_. Away from me.

_Luc_. O can I in these bands?
Forget the dutie of my love to you?
Were they of Iron, or strong Adamant,
My hands should teare them from my wronged Lord.

_Flo_. O, _Lassenbergh_, to what undoubted perrill
Of life and honour had you brought your selfe
By obstinacie of your froward minde,
Had not my fortune brought me to this place
To lo[o]se the enchantment, which enthralled you both,
By hidden vertue of this precious ring.
Come, therefore, friendly and imbrace at last
The living partner of your strange mishaps
Justly pursuing you for flying her.

_Lass_. Leave me, I say; I can endure no more.

_Lu_. Ah, have I loos'd thee then to flie from mee?

_Lass_. Away! [_Exit_.

_Lu_. Ile follow thee,

_Flo_. Tarrie, _Lucilia_.

_Lu_. Deare father, pardon mee. [_Exit_.

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