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, ô 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.