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SCENA. VI.
Mercurye with Vulcans Cyclops enter. Manentibus Ven. cum Par.Mer.
Faire lady Venus, let me pardoned bee
That haue of longe bin wellbeloued of thee,
To my sweete Madame these vnwellcome tydings.
Ven.
What nues, what tydings, gentle Mercurie,
In midest of my delites to troble me.
Mer.
At Iunoes sute, Pallas assisting her,
Sythe bothe did ioyne in sute to Iupiter,
Action is entred in the court of heauen,
And me, the swyftest of the Planets seauen,
With warant they haue thence despatcht away,
To apprehende and finde the man, they say,
That gaue from them that selfesame ball of golde,
Which I presume I do in place beeholde,
Which man, vnles my markes bee taken wyde,
Is hee that sytts so neere thy gracious syde.
This beinge so, it rests he go from hence,
Before the gods to answere his offence.
Ven.
What tale is this, dothe Iuno and her mate
Pursue this shepherde with such deadly hate.
As what was then our generall agrement,
To stande vnto they nil be nowe content.
Let Iuno iet, and Pallas play her parte,
What heere I haue, I woonne it by deserte:
And heauen and earthe shall bothe confounded bee,
Ere wronge in this be donne to him or me.
Mer.
This litle fruite, yf Mercury can spell,
Will sende I feare a world of soules to hell.
Ven.
What meane these Ciclops, Mercurie, is vulcan waxt so fine,
To sende his Chimnysweepers forth, to fetter any freinde of mine.
Abashe not shepherd at the thinge, my selfe thy baile wilbe,
He shalbe present at the courte of Ioue I warrant thee.
Mer.
Venus, gyue me your pledge. Venus my Cestone, or my fan, or bothe.
Mer.
taketh her fa.
Nay this shall serue: your worde to mee as sure as is your othe,
At Dianas bowre and Lady, yf my witt or pollycie
May profit him for Venus sake, let him make bolde with Mercury.
Ven.
Sweete Paris, whereon doest thow muse?
(Exit
Par.
The angrye heauens for this fatall iar,
Name me the instrument of dire and deadly war.
Explicit. Actus Tertius. Exeunt Venus & Paris.
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