Flor. Lucilia, waite the pleasure of your love. My Lord, now to the banquet: Daughter, commaund us a carowse of wine.
[Musick sounds awhile; and they sing
Boire a le Fountaine.
My Lord, I greete you with this first carowse,
And as this wine (the Elements sweete soule)
Shall grow in me to bloud and vitall spirit,
So shall your love and honor grow in me.
Alber. I pledge you, sir.
Cass. How like you him, my Lord?
Alber. Exceeding well. [Sing boyre a le fountaine.
Flor. Cornelia, do you serve the Prince with wine?
[Shee puts the powder into the Cup and gives it the Prince.
Alber. I thanke you, Lady; Earle Cassimeere, I greete you, and remember Your faire Hyanthe.
Cass. I thanke your honour. [Sing boyre a &c.