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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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The Dialogve.
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The Dialogve.

Cupid.
Wherein have I, ô Iupiter, transgrest;
That by thy pow'r I should be thus opprest?
Being a childe, and therefore simple?

Iupiter.
Thou
A childe at these yeares, Cupid? who I vow,
Art older than Iapetus, hop'st thou to win
Favor, because no haire vpon thy chin
Appeares? and thou art beardlesse? but beguild
Must we be still in holding thee a childe?
Being both old and crasie?

Cup.
I pray tell
This subtill old man, whom you know so well,
What wrong he'hath done, that you would bind him?

Iup.
See,

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Thou wretch, dost th nke it a small injurie,
To make me such a mockerie and a jest
To all men: that a god should to a beast
Transhape himselfe: into a Satyre, than
Into a Bull, an Eagle, and a Swan:
Next to a golden Showre? all these th'hast made me.
But that wherein thou chiefely hast betrayd me,
My will by force or sleight I must obtaine,
But never love, to be belov'd againe:
Nor by thy power have I more gratious been
To my wife Iuno the celestiall Queen;
But forc'd to use prestigious strange disguise,
In all my scapes to hide me from her eies.
Besides, our mutuall pleasures are not full,
They only kisse an Eagle or a Bull:
But should I in my personall shape appeare,
Even at my sight (poore things) they die with feare.

Cupid.
That only shewes thy power and divine might,
Since mortall eies cannot endure thy sight.

Iup.
How comes it, Hyacinthus is so deare,
And Branchus, to Apollo? Is his Spheare
More bright than ours? yet they about him cling,
In his owne shape.

Cup.
But Daphne that coy thing,
Though he shew'd yong and beardlesse, his cheeks red,
And each way lovely, his embraces fled.
If Iove then would be amorous, and apply
Himselfe to Love, his shield he must lay by,
And fearefull thunders, smoothly kembe his haire,
And part it both waies, to appeare more faire:
Weare on his head a Chaplet for a Crowne,
And flowing from his shoulders a loose gowne
Dy'de in Sidonian purple: on his feet
Sandals, whose ties with golden buckles meet:
Vnto the Pipe and Timbrell learne to dance,
And foot it to them finely: so by chance

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More glorious Beauties may to him incline,
Than Menades attend the god of Wine.

Iup.
Away: I more esteeme my regall state,
Than to appeare so poorely effeminate:

Cup.
Love not at all, and that's more easie far.

Iup.
Yes, love I must, whil'st here such Beauties ar,
And gaine them with lesse trouble, mauger thee.
So for this time be gon.

Cup.
I now am free.