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Scena 2.

Venus. Cupid.
[Venus.]
Hearke Cupid and revenge, this prophane Swaine
Do's slight thy quiver, and blaspheme thy bow,
He sayes he's shot-proofe, scornes thy archery,
Scoffes at thy skill.

Cupid.
Ile penetrate his heart,
Ile make him be an earnest Votary
Unto a marble-hearted female Saint.
Ile melt to amorous thoughts his soule of stone,
Ile torture 'm in loves torrid, frigid Zone.
Ile make him in the same flames freez, and fry,
The world shall be inamour'd of his woe,
Ile find a Shepherdesse in whom he'le joy,
And this his darling I will soone infect
With coynesse and with nicenesse, for her sake.
His morning Orisons shall nothing be
But numbers of innumerable sighs,
Which he shall count by pearly teares, not beads.
Ile make the cherries of her ruby lips
The onely cordials for to sustain
His loathed life, and those shall be like to
Fugacia poma, which like Tantalus
He alwaies shall desire, and alwaies misse.
Ile make him view the place where she hath set,
And thither he shall repaire, as if he thought,
The place some soveraigne vertue did containe
To ease him, and to cure his gnawing paine.

Venus.
Let him not wander far from home to seeke
Deepe streames in which to wash his frisking flockes.
Let such uncessant flouds flow from his eyes
As may supply the want of rivolets,
Let his pin'd cheekes and hollow countenance,
Affight all wolves from his secure sheepe,
Let him spend all his daies in pinching griefe,
And melancholy discontents; and looke
Like to a wither'd tree o're-growne with drosse.
Let his illetable and pensive sighes,
Scare all rapacious, and omenous Ravens
From picking out the eyes of his young Lambs
Bleating for nutriment unto their dammes.

Cupid.
Innumerable such effects as these,
Shall all be caus'd by this keen pointed dart.
When as the long-tongu'd Lord of envious light,
Whose presence make the day, whose absence night.
Betray'd my mother, and the god of warre.
Unto the sooty, black, club-footed dolt,
As he was tempering of a thunder-bolt,
For to revenge this wrong, I made him prove,
The power of my golden shaft and love.
And I will make this Hegio soone confesse,
I am a god, and of the starry race. He shoots.

Now lay thy hatred downe, thy spite decline,
And prove a votarie at Daris shrine.

Exeunt.