[SCENE 2.]
Enter Hardenbergh with a guard, bringing in
Cassimere, Flores, Doctor, Marchant, Cornelia,
Motto, and Raphe.
Har. Thus, Flores, you apparantly perceive
How vaine was your ambition and what dangers,
All unexpected, fall upon your head,
Povertie, exile, guiltinesse of heart,
And endlesse miserie to you and yours.
Your goods are seized alreadie for the Duke;
And, if Prince Alberdure be found deceast,
The least thou canst expect is banishment.
Earle Cassimere, I take[76] your word of pledge
Of his appearance. Pages of the Prince,
Come guide me straight where his drownd bodie lies,
Drownes his father in eternall teares.
[Exit cum servis; manet Al.
Mot. Drownes him and will hang us.
Mar. Good Signior Flores, I am sorry for you.
Doct. Marshan, parle vu pen. Be garr, me vor grand love me beare de good Mershan, vor de grand worte, be garr, and de grand deserte me sea in you, de bravea Mershan, me no point rivall; you have Cornelia alone, by my trot, ha, ha, ha!
Mar. M. Doctor Doddie, surnam'd the Amorous'de, I will overcome you in curtesie, your selfe shall have her.
Doct. No, by garr, Marshan: you bring de fine tings from de strange land vere de Sunne do rise, de Jewell, de fine stuffe vor de brave gowne: me no point. Come, by garr, you have Cornel.
Cass. Hands off, base Doctor! she despiseth thee, Too good for thee to touch or looke upon.
Flo. What wretched state is this, Earle Cassimere, That I and my unhappie progenie Stand subject to the scornes of such as these!
Cass. Grieve not, deare friends, these are but casuall darts. That wanton Fortune daily casts at those In whose true bosomes perfect honour growes. Now, Dodypoll, to you: you here refuse Cornelias marriage? you'le none of her!
Doct. Be garr, you be the prophet; not I by my trot.
Cass. Nor you, maste[r] merchant? shee's too poore for you!
Mar. Not so, sir; but yet I am content to let fall my suite.
Cass. Cornelia, both dissembled they would have you; Which like you best?
Cor. My Lord, my fortunes are no chusers now,— Nor yet accepters of discurtesies.
Cass. You must chuse one here needs.
Doct. By garr, no chuse mee, me clime to heaven, me sincke to hell, me goe here, me go dare, me no point deere, by garr.
Cass. If you will none, whose judgement are too base To censure true desert, your betters will.
Flo. What meanes Lord Cassimere by these strange words?
Cass. I mean to take Cornelia to my wife.
Flo. Will you, then, in my miserie, mock me too?
Cass. I mock my friend in misery? heavens, scorne such! Halfe my estate and halfe my life is thine; The rest shall be Cornelia's and mine.
Doct. O bitter shame, be garr.
Flo. My Lord, I know your noble love to me
And do so highly your deserts esteeme
That I will never yeeld to such a match.
Choose you a beautious dame of high degree
And leave Cornelia to my fate and mee.
Cass. Ah, Flores, Flores, were not I assured
Both of thy noblenesse, thy birth and merite,
Yet my affection vow'd with friendships toong,
In spite of all base changes of the world
That tread on noblest head once stoopt by fortune
Should love and grace thee to my utmost power.
Cornelia is my wife: what sayes my love?
Cannot thy father's friend entreat so much.
Cor. My humble minde can nere presume To dreame in such high grace to my lowe seate.
Cass. My graces are not ordered in my words. Come love, come friend; for friendship now and love Shall both be joynde in one eternall league.
Flo. O me, yet happy in so true a friend.
[Exeunt.
Doct. Est possible, by garr? de foole Earle drinke my powder, I tinke. Mershan tella mee.
Mar. What, maister Doctor Doddie?
Doct. Hab you de blew and de yellow Velvet, ha?
Mar. What of that, sir?
Doct. Be gar, me buy too, three peece for make de Cockes-combe pur the foole Earle, ha, ha, ha! [Exit.
Mer. Fortune fights lowe when such triumphe on Earles.
[Exit.