Mott. Holde, villaine; tis the young prince Alberdure.
Pea. Let the young prince hold then; slid, I have no starres in my bellie, I; let him seeke his Hyanthe where he will.
Alb. O this way by the glimmering of the Sunne And the legieritie[69] of her sweete feete She scowted on, and I will follow her. I see her, like a goulden spangle, sit Upon the curled branch of yonder tree. Sit still, Hyanthe; I will flie to thee. Exit.
Mott. Follow, follow, follow!
Exeunt all but Peas.
Enter Flores and Hance.[70]
Pea. Together and be hanged. O heere comes more; pray God I have better lucke with these two. By your leave, sir, do you know one Maist. Flores, 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?