A Dialogue between Venus and Vulcan.
Vulcan
, Vulcan, O Vulcan, my Love!
Venus.
Vulcan
, Vulcan, O Vulcan, my Love!
Vulcan.
Who cals? Who names me here, 'mongst flames?
Venus.
Sweet, hear my plaint, give sorrow ease.
Vulcan.
Thy sacred power who dares displease?
Venus.
Alas, forlorn Cupid! my wayward Son doth scorn
Loves just decree, my awfull hest and heavenly Deitie.
Vulcan.
Is he so bold? well, for thy sake, I that his Arrows heads have
us'd to make of piercing steel, which Lovers feel, will temper lead, whose force is dull, and stroke is dead.
So that henceforth all men may blithly sing, Cupid's no God, his Bow a Toy, his Shaft no fearful thing.
Chorus.
So that henceforth all men may blithly sing, Cupid's no God, his Bow a Toy, his Shafts no fearful thing.
