University of Virginia Library

Act. 3.

Scœne 1.

Enter Homer.
Hom.
Yong Iupiter doth force this beauteous maid,
And after would haue made her his bright Queene.
But discontent she in the Forrest staid,
Loath of Diana's virgins to be seene.
Oft did she write, oft send, but all in vaine,
She neuer will returne to Court againe.
Eight moones are fild & wain'd when she grows great
And yong Ioues issue in her wombe doth spring.
This day Diana doth her Nimphs intreat,
Vnto a solemne bathing, where they bring
Deflowr'd Calisto, note how she would hide
That which time found, and great Diana spide.
A dumbe shew. Enter Diana and all her Nimphs to bathe them: shee makes them suruey the place. They vnlace themselues, and vnlose their buskins: only Calisto refuseth to make her ready. Diana sends Atlanta to her, who perforce vnlacing her, finds her great belly, and shewes it to Diana, who turnes her out of her society, and leaues her. Calisto likewise in great sorrow forsakes the place.
Her crime thus found, shee's banisht from their crew,
And in a caue she childs a valiant sonne,
Cal'd Archas, who doth noble deeds pursue,
And by Ioues gift Pelagia's seate hath wonne,
Which after by his worth, and glorious fame,
He hath trans-stil'd Archadia by his name.
But we returne to Tytan, who by spyes
Hath learn'd, that Saturne hath kept sonnes aliue.
He now assembles all his strange allyes,
And for the crowne of Creet intends to striue.
Of their successe, and fortunes we proceed,
Where Tytans sonnes by youthfull Ioue must bleed.

Enter Tytan, Lycaon, Enceladus, Ægeon in Armes, drum, colours, and attendants,
Tytan.
Now are we strong, our giant Issue growne,
Our sonnes in seuerall kingdomes we haue planted,
From whence they haue deriu'd vs braue supplyes,
From Sicily, and from th'Ægean sea,
That of our sonne Ægeon beares the name.
We haue assembled infinites of men,
To auenge vs on proud Saturnes periury.

Lycaon.
What I haue said to Tytan, Il'e make good,
Tis rumor'd Melliseus Foster-child
He that expulst me from Pelagia's Crowne.
And in my high tribunall sits enthron'd,
Is Saturnes sonne, and stiled Iupiter,
(Besides my daughter by his lust deflowred)
On vs the poore distressed Tytanoyes
He hath committed many out-rages.

Æge.
All which wee'l punish on K. Saturnes head,
I that haue made th'Ægean confines shake,
And with my powerfull voyce affrighted Heauen:
From whose enraged eyes the darkned skyes
Haue borrowed lustre, and Promethian fire,
Will fright from Creet the proud Saturnian troope,
And thousand hack't and mangled souldiers bring
To intombe the glories of the Cretan King.

Encel.
That must be left to great Enceladus,
The pride and glory of the Tytans hoast.
I that haue curb'd the billowes with a frowne,
And with a smile haue made the Ocean calme,
Spurn'd downe huge mountains with my armed foot,
And with my shoulders lift the vallies high,
Wil in the wrinkles of my stormy brow,
Bury the glories of the Cretan King,
And on his slaughtered bulke braine all his sonnes.

Ægeon.
And what shall I do then?

Encel.
Do thou stand still,
Whil'st I the foes of Tytan pash and kill.
Am I not eldest from great Tytans loynes,
The Saturnists hereditarie scurdge?
Leaue all these deeds of horror to my hand,
I like a Trophy ore their spoyles will stand.

Lica.
Why breath we then?

Encel.
Come arme your sinowy limbes,
With rage and fury fright pale pitty hence,
And drowne him in the sweate your bodies still.
With hostile industry tosse flaming brands
About your fleecy lockes, to threat their Cities
With death and desolation, let your steele
Glistring against the sunne, daze their bright eyes,
That with the dread of our astonishment
They may be sunke in Lethe, and their graue
May be the darke vawlt, cal'd obliuious Caue,

Titan.
Are our Embassadors to Saturne gone,
To let him know whence this our warre proceedes?

Lica,
Your message hath by this startled th'vsurper,

Encel.
Set on them, waste their confines as we march,
And let them tast the rage of sword and fire,
Th'Alarm's giuen, and hath by this arriu'd
Euen at the wals of Creet, the cittadell
Where the Cathedrall Saturne is enthron'd.

Tytan.
Warlicke Ægeon and Enceladus,
Noble Lycaon lend vs your assistance
To forradge as we march, plant desolation
Through all this fertile soile, be this your cry;
Reuendge on Saturne for his periury.

Exit.
Enter Saturne with haire and beard ouergrowne, Sibilla, Iuno, his Lords, drum, colours and souldiers.
Sat.
None speake, let no harsh voyce presume to iarr
In our distressed care, I am all sad,
All horrout and afrightment, since the slaughter
And tragick murder of my first borne Ops,
Continued in the vnnaturall massacre
Of three yong Princes: not a day hath left me
Without distast, no night but double darkned
With terrour and confused melancholy:
No houre but hath had care and discontent
Proportion'd to his minutes not an instant:
Without remorse and anguish. Oh you crownes,
Why are you made, and mettald out of cares?
I am ouergrowne with sorrow, circumuailed
With multiplicity of distempratures,
And Saturne is a King of nothing else,
But woes, vexations, sorrowes, and laments.
To adde to these the threatnings of red war,
As if the murther of my Princely babes
Were not enough to plague an vsurpation,
But they must adde the rage of sword and fire,
To affright my people: these are miseries,
Able to be comprised in no dimension.

Iuno.
My father shall not macerate himselfe,
Ile dare to interrupt his passions,
Although I buy it deerely with his hate.
My Lord you are a King of a great people,
Your power sufficient to repulse a foe
Greater then Tytan. Though my brothers birthes
Be crown'd in bloud, yet am I still reseru'd
To be the hopefull comfort of your age.

Sat.
My dearest Iuno, beautifull remainder
Of Saturnes royall issue, but for thee
I had ere this withthese my fingers torne
A graue out of the rockes, to haue entomb'd
The wretched carkasse of a caitife King:
And I will liue, be't but to make thee Queene
Of all the triumphes and the spoyles I winne.
Speake, what's the proiect of their inuasion?

1. Lord.
That the King of Creet,
Hath not (according to his vowes and oathes)
Slaine his male issue.

Sat.
Haue I not their blouds
Already quaft to angry Nemesis?
Haue not these ruthlesse and remorslesse eyes,
(Vn-father-like) beheld their panting hearts
Swimming in bowles of bloud? Am I not sonne-lesse?
Nay child-lesse too, saue Iuno whom I loue:
And dare they then? Come, our continued sorrow
Shall into scarlet indignation turne,
And my sonnes bloud shall crowne their guilty heads
With purple vengeance. Valiant Lords, set on,
And meet them to their last destruction.

1. Lord.
March forward.

Sat.
Stay, because wee'l ground our warres
On iustice: Faire Sibilla, on thy life,
I charge thee tell me, and dissemble not,
By all the hopes in Saturne thou hast stor'd,
Our nuptiall pleasures, and affaires of loue,
As thou esteem'st our grace, or vengeance fear'st.
Resolue me truly. Hast thou sonnes aliue?
Sibilla kneeles.
These teares, and that deiection on thy knee,
Accompanied with dumbnesse, argue guilt,
Arise and speake.

Sib.
Let Saturne know, I am a Woman then,
And more, I am a Mother: would you haue me
A monster, to exceed in cruelty
The sauadgest of Sauadges? Beares, Tygers, Wolues,
All feed their yong: would Saturne haue his Queene
More fierce then these? Thinke you Sibilla dare
Murder her yong, whom cruell beasts would spare?
Let me be held a mother, not a murdresse:
For Saturne, thou hast liuing three braue sonnes.
But where? rather then to reueale to thee,
That thou may'st send, their guiltlesse bloud to spill,
Here cease my life, for them thou shalt not kill.

Sat.
Amazement, warre, the threatning Oracle,
All muster strange perplexions 'bout my braine,
And robbe me of the true ability
Of my direct conceiuements. Doubt, and warre,
Tytans inuasion, and my ielousie;
Make me vnfit for answere.

1. Lord.
Royall Saturne,
'Twas pitty in the Queene so to preserue them.
Your strictnesse slew them, they are dead in you,
And in the pitty of your Queene suruiue.

Sat.
Diuine assistance plunge me from these troubles,
Mortality here failes me, I am wrapt
In millions of confusions.

Enter a Lord.
2. Lord.
Arme, great Saturne,
Thy Cities burne: a generall massacre
Threatens thy people. The bigge Tytanoys
Plow vp thy Land with their inuasiue steele.
A huge vn-numbred army is at hand,
To set vpon thy Campe.

Sat.
All my disturbances
Conuert to rage, and make my spleene as high
As is their toplesse fury, to incounter
With equall force and vengeance. Go Sibilla,
Conuey my beauteous Iuno to the place
Of our best strength, whil'st we contend in Armes
For this rich Cretan wreath: the battel done,
And they confin'd, wee'l treat of these affaires.
Perhaps our loue may with this breach dispence,,
But first to Armes, to beate th'intruders hence.

Exeūt.
Alarme. Enter Tytan, Lycaon, Enceladus, Egeon.
Tyt.
Saturne giues backe, and 'gins to leaue the field.

Lica.
Pursue him then vnto that place of strength,
Which the proud Cretans hold impregnable.

Encel.
This Gigomantichia be eternis'd
For our affright and terror: If they flye,
Tosse rockkes, and toppes of Mountaines after them
To stumble them, or else entombe them quicke.

Ægeon.
They haue already got into the towne,
And barricadoed 'gainst vs their Iron gates.
What meanes then shall we finde to startle them?

Ence.
What, but to spurn down their offenciue mures?
To shake in two their Adamantine gates,
Their marble columnes by the ground sylls teare,
And kicke their ruin'd walles as high as heauen?

Tyt.
Pursue them to their gates, and 'bout their Citie
Plant a strong siege. Now Saturne all my suffrances
Shall on thy head fall heauy, wee'l not spare
Old man or babe. The Tytans all things dare.

Exeunt.
Alarme. Enter Saturne, Sibilla, Iuno, with other Lords of Creet.
Sat.
The heauens haue for our barbarous cruelty
Done in the murther of our first borne Ops,
Powr'd on our head this vengeance. Where, oh where
Shall we finde rescue?

Sib.
Patience royall Saturne.

Sat.
Bid Woolues be milde, and Tygers pittiful,
Command the Libian Lions abstinence,
Teach me to mollifie the Corsicke rocke,
Or make the Mount Chymera passable.
What Monarch wrapt in my confusions,
Can tell what patience meanes?

Iuno.
Oh royall Father!

Sat.
Oh either teach me rescue from these troubles,
Or bid me euerlastingly, ey euer
Sinke in despaire and horror,

Syb.
Oh my Lord,

You haue from your owne loines issue reserued, that may
redeeme all these calamities.

Saturne.
Issue from vs?

Syb.
From Saturne and Sybilla.
That royall Prince King of Pelagia,
And famous Melliseus foster-child,
Whom all the world stiles by the noble name
Of Iupiter, hee is King Saturnes sonne.

Satu.
Thou hast Sybilla kept that sonne aliue
That onely can redeeme mee from this thraldome,
Oh how shall we acquaint yong Iupiter,
With this his fathers hard successe in Armes.

Syb.
My care did euer these euents foresee.
And I haue sent to your suruiuing sonne,
To come vnto your rescue; Then great Saturne,
In your wiues pitty seeme to applaude the heauens,
That make me their relentfull minister,
In the repairing of your downe cast-state.

Satu.
If royall Iupiter be Saturnes sonne,
We shall be either rescued or reueng'd,
And now I shall not dread those Tytanois,
That threaten sire and steele.

Syb.
Trust your Sybilla.

Satu.
Thou art my anchor, and the onely columne
That supports Saturnes glory, Oh my Iupiter,
On thee the basis of my hopes I erect,
And in thy life King Saturnes fame suruiues.
Are messengers dispatch'd to signifie
My sonne of our distresse.

Sib.
As farre as Epire.
Where as we vnderstand, Ioue now remaines.

Satu.
Then Tytan, and the proud Enceladus,
Hyperion and Ægeon with the rest,
Of all the earth-bread race we wey you not,
Threaten your worst, let all your eyes sparke fire.
Your flaming nosthrils like Auernus smoake,
Your tongues speak thunder, & your armed hands
Fling Trisulke lightning: Be you Gods aboue,
Or come you with infernall hatred arm'd,
We dread you not: we haue a sonne suruiues,
Shall calme your tempests: beautious Iuno comfort,
And cheare Sybilla, if he vndertake
Our rescue, we from danger are secure,
Wee in his valour all our liues assure.

Exeunt.
A flourish. Enter Iupiter and Melliseus with attendants
Mell.
Faire Prince, for lesse by your desertes and honour.
You cannot be: your fortunes and your birth
Are both vnknowne to me: my two faire daughters
As a swath'd infant brought you to my Court,
But whence, or of what parents you proceed
I am meerely ignorant.

Iup.
Then am I nothing,
And till I know whence my descent hath bene,
Or from what house deriu'd, I am but aire,
And no essentiall substance of a man.

Enter Calisto pursu'd by her yong sonne Archas.
Cal.
Help, help, for heauen sake help, I am pursu'd,
And by my sonne, that seemes to threate my life,

Iup.
Stay that bold lad.

Cal.
What's he? false Iupiter?

Iup.
Calisto, or I much deceiue my selfe.

Cal.
Oh thou most false, most treacherous, and vnkind,
Behold Calisto by her sonne pursu'd,
Indeed thy sonne: this little sauadge youth
Hath liued 'mongst Tygers, Lyons, Wolues, and Beares,
And since his birth partakes their cruelty.
Archas his name since I Diana left,
And from her chast traine was diuorc't, this youth
I childed in a caue remote and silent.
His nurture was amongst the sauadges.
This day I by misfortune mou'd his spleene,
And he pursu'd me with reuenge and fury,
And had I not forsooke the shades and forrests,
And fled for rescue to these walled Townes,
He had slaine me in his fury: saue me then,
Let not the sonne the mother sacrifice
Before the fathers eye.

Iup.
Archas my sonne, my yong son Archas, Iupiters first borne
Oh let me hugge thee, and a thousand times
Embrace thee in myne armes. Lycaons grand-child
Calisto's sonne; Oh will you beauteous Lady
Forsake the forrests and yet liue with vs?

Cal.
No thou false man, for thy periurious lusts
I haue abandoned humaine subtelties:
There take thy sonne, and vse him like a Prince,
Being sonne vnto a Princesse. Teach him Arts,
And honoured armes. For me: I haue abiur'd
All peopled Citties, and betooke my selfe
To solitary desetts. Ioue adue.
Thou prouing false, no mortall can be ttue

Exit.
Arc.
Since she will needs be gone, be pleased then,
Weari'd with beasts, I long to liue 'mongst men.

Iup.
Yet stay Calisto, why wilt thou out-runne
Thy Iupiter? Shee gone, welcome my sonne.
My deere sonne Archas, whom if fortune smile,
I will create Lord of a greater stile.

Enter the Clowne with letiers.
Clowne.
Saue you sir, is your name K. Melliseus

Melli.
We are Melliseus, and the Epire King,

Clowne.

Then this letter is to you, but is there not one in your
Court, cal'd (let me see) haue you here neuer a gibbit-maker?

Iup.

Sirra, here's one cal'd Iupiter.

Clowne.

Ey Iupiter, that's he that I would speake with. Here's
another letter to you, but ere you reade it, pray let me aske you
one question.

Iup.
What's that?

Clowne.

Whether you, be a wife child or no?

Iup.

Your reason?

Clowne.

Because I would know whether you know your own

father, but if you do not, hoping you are in good health, as your
father scarce was, at the making hereof, These are to certify you.

Iup.

Newes of a father! neuer could such tydings
Haue glutted me with gladnesse.

They reade.
Clowne.

For mine owne part, though I know not what belongs
to the getting of cbildren, yet I know how to father a
child, & because I would be loath to haue this Parish troubled
with you, I bring you newes where you were borne. I was the
man that laid you at this mans dore, & if you will not go home
quietly, you shall be sent from Constable to Constable, till you
come to the place where you were begot. Reade further & tell
me more.

Melli.
Is Iupiter then mighty Saturns sonne?

Iup.
Am I the sonne of Saturne, King of Creet?
My father baffled by the Tytanoys?
May all my toward hopes die in my birth,
Nor let me euer worthily inherite
The name of royalty, if by my valour
I proue me not discended royally,

Clowne.

I was the man that tooke paines with you, 'twas I
that brought you in the hand-basket.

Iup.
Should I haue wisht a father through the world,
It had bene Saturne, or a royall mother,
It had bene faire Sybilla, Queene of Creet.
Great Epires King, peruse these tragicke lines,
And in thy wonted bounty grant supplies
To free my noble father.

Mel.
Iupiter, as I am Melliseus Epyres King,
Thou shalt haue free assistance.

Iup.
Come then, Arme,
Assemble all the powers that we can leauy.
Archas, we make thee of Pelagia King,
As King Lycaons Gran-childe, and the sonne
Offaire Calisto. Let that Clime henceforth
Be cal'd Arcadia, and vsurpe thy name.
Go then and presse th'Arcadians to the rescue
Of royall Saturne, this great King and I
Will lead th'Epyrians. Faile me not to meet,
To redeeme Saturne, and to rescue Creet.

Exeūt. Manet Clown.
Clown.

I haue no mind to this buffeting: Il'e walke after faire
and softly, in hope that all the buffeting may be done before I
come. Whether had I better go home by land, or by sea? If I
go by land, and mis-carry, then I go the way of all flesh. If I
go by sea and mis-carry, then I go the way of all fish: I am not
yet resolu'd. But howsoeuer, I haue done my message so cleanly,
that they cannot say, the messenger is be reau'd of any thing
that belongs to his message.

Alarme. Enter Tytan, Lycaon, Enceladus, with Saturne, Iuno, and Sibilla prisoners.
Tyt.
Downe trecherous Lord, and be our foot-pace now
To ascend our high tribunall. Wher's that God-head
With which the people Auee'd thee to heauen?

Encel.
'Tis sunke into the deep Abysme of hell.
Teare from his head the golden wreath of Creet.
Tread on his captiue bulke, and with thy weight
Great Tytan, sinke him to the infernall shades,
So low, that with his trunke, his memory
May be extinct in Lethe.

Sat.
More then tyrannous
To triumph or'e the weake, and to oppresse
The low deiected. Let your cruelty
Be the sad period of my wretchednesse:
Onely preserue my louely Iuno's life,
And giue Sibilla freedome,

Encel.
By these Gods.
We neither feare nor value, but contend
To equall in our actions: both shall dye.
There shall no proud Saturnian liue, to braue
The meanest of the high-borne Tytanoyes.

Lyca.
Raze from the earth their hatefull memory,
And let the bloud of Tytan sway the earth.
Speake, are the ports and confines strongly arm'd
'Gainst all inuasions?

Tytan.
Who dares damadge vs?
Let all the passages be open left,
Vnguarded let our ports and hauens lye.
All danger we despise, mischance or dread
We hold in base contempt.

Encel.
Conquest is ours.
Maugre diuine, or base terrestriall powers.

Alarme.
Enter Ægeon.
Æge.
Arme royall Titan, Arme Enceladus,
A pale of brandisht steele hath girt thy land.
From the earths Cauernes breake infernall fires,
To make thy villages and hamlets burne.
Tempestuous ruin in the shape of warre
Clowds all thy populous kingdome, At my heeles
Confusion dogges me, and the voyce of death
Still thunders in mine eares.

Tyt.
Ist possible? Beare Saturne first to prison
Wee'l after parly them.

Ence.
Come Angels arm'd, or Diuels' clad in flames,
Our fury shall repell them. Come they girt
With power celestiall, or infernall rage,
Wee'l stand their fierce opposure. Royall Titan,
Ægeon and Hyperion, d'on your armes,
Brauely aduance your strong orbicular shields,
And in your right hands brandish your bright steele.
Drowne your affrightments in th'amazed sounds
Of martiall thunder (Diapason'd deep)
Wee'l stand them, be they Gods; (if men,) expell
Their strengthles force, and stownd them low as hell,

A Flourish. Enter marching K. Melliseus, Iupiter, Archas, Drumme and souldiers.
Tit.
Whence are you that intrude vpon our confines?
Or what portend you in these hostile sounds
Of clamorous warre?

Iup.
Tytans destruction,
With all the ruin of his giant race.

Tit.
By what pretence or claime?

Iup.
In right of Saturne:
Whom against law the Tytans haue depos'd.

Tit.
What art thou speak'st it?

Iup.
I am Iupiter.
King Saturnes sonne, immediate heire to Creet.

Encel.
There pause, that word disturbs all thy claime,
And proues that Tytan seates him in his owne.

Tyt.
If Saturne (as thou say'st) hath sonnes aliue,
His oath is broken, and we are iustly seiz'd
Of Creta's Crowne by his late forfeiture.

Æge.
Thy tongue hath spoke thy owne destruction,
Since whom K. Saturne spar'd, our swords must kill,
And he is come to offer vp that life
Which hath so long beene forfeit.

Iup.
Tyrants no:
The heauens preseru'd me for a further vse,
To plague your Off-spring that afflict the earth,
And with your threatnings spurne against the Gods.

Lyca.
Now shalt thou pay me for Calisto's wrong,
Exiling me, and for dishonouring her.

Iup.
Are you there Caniball? Man-eating woolfe?
Lycaon, thou art much beholding to me,
I woman'd first Calisto, and made thee
A grand-father. Dost not thanke me for't?
See heer's the Boy, this is Archadia's King.
No more Pelagia now, since thy exile.

Tyt.
To thee that stil'st thy selfe K. Saturnes sonne:
Know thou wast doom'd before thy birth to dye,
Thy claime disabled, and in sauing thee
Thy father hath made forfeit of his Crowne.

Iup.
Know Tytan I was borne free, as my father,
Nor had he power to take that life away
That the Gods freely gaue me. Tyrants see,
Here is that life you by Indenture claime,
Seize it, and take it: but before I fall,
Death and destruction shall confound you all.

Encel.
Destruction is our vassaile, and attends
Vpon the threatning of our stormy browes.
We trifle howers. Arme all your fronts with horror,
Your hearts with fury, and your hands with death.
Thunder meet thunder, tempests stormes defie,
Saturne and all his issue this day dye.

Alarme. The battels ioine, Tytan is slaine, and his party repulst.
Enter Ægeon.
Æge.
Wher's now the high and proud Enceladus,
To stop the fury of the Aduerse foe,
Or stay the base flight of our dastard troupes?
Tytan is slaine, Hyperion strowes the earth,
And thousands by the hand of Iupiter
Are sent into blacke darknesse. All that stand
Sink in the weight of his high Iouiall hand.
To shun whose rage, Ægeon thou must flye.
Creet with our hoped conquests all adiew.
We must propose new quests, since Saturnes sonne
Hath by his puissance all our campe ore-runne.

Exit.
Alarme. Enter Enceladus leading his Army. Iupiter leading his. They make a stand.
Ence.
None stir, be all your armes cramp't & diseas'd
Your swords vn-vsefull, may your steely glaues
Command your hands, and not your sinewes them,
Till I by single valor haue subdu'd
This murderer of my father.

Iup.
Here he stands,
That must for death haue honour at thy hands.
None interrupt vs, singly wee'l contend,
And 'twixt vs two giue these rude factions end.

Encel.
Two royall armies then on both sides stand,
To view this strange and dreadfull Monomachy.
Thy fall, Saturnian, addes to my renowne:
For by thy death I gaine the Cretan Crowne.

Iup.
Death is thy due, I finde it in thy starres,
Whil'st our high name giues period to these warres.

Alarm. They combat with iauelings first, afterwith swords and targets. Iupiter kils Enceladus, and enters with victory, Iupiter, Saturne, Sibilla, Iuno, Melliseus, Archas, with the Lords of Creet.
Sat.
Neuer was Saturne deifi'd till now,
Nor found that perfectnesse the Gods enioy.
Heauen can assure no greater happinesse
Then I attaine in sight of Iupiter,

Sib.
Oh my deare son, borne with my painful throws,
And with the hazard of my life preseru'd,
How well hast thou acquitted all my trauels,
In this thy last and famous victory?

Iup.
This tels me, that yon royall King of Creet
My father is: and that renowned Queene
My mother: all which proues by circumstance,
That 'tis but duty, that by me's atchieu'd.
Onely yon beauteous Lady stands apart,
I know not how to stile.

Satu.
'Tis Iuno, and thy sister.

Iup.
Oh my stars!
You seeke to make immortall, Iupiter.

Iuno.
Iuno is onely happy in the fortunes,
Of her renowned brother.

Iup.
Royall Saturne,
If euer I deseru'd well as a victor,
Or if my warlike deedes, yet bleeding new,
And perfect both in eyes and memory
May pleade for me: Oh if I may obtaine,
As one that merits, or intreate of you,
As one that owes; being titled now your sonne,
Let me espouse faire Iuno: and bright Lady
Let me exchange the name of sister with you
And stile you by a neerer name of wife.
Oh be my spouse faire Iuno:

Iuno.
'Tis a name,
I prise'boue sister, if these grace the same.

Satu.
What is it I'l deny my Iupiter?
Shee is thy owne. I'l royalise thy nuptials
With all the solemne triumphes Creet can yeeld.

Melli.
Epyre shall adde to these solemnities,
And with a bounteous hand support these triumphs

Archas.
So all Archadia shall.

Satu.
Then to our Pallace
Passe on in state, let all raryeties

Showre downe from heauen a lardges, that these bridals may
exceede mortall pompe. March, March, and leaue mee

To contemplate these ioyes, and to deuise,
How with best state this night to solemnize.

They all march of and leaue Saturne alone.
Satu.
Saturne at length is happy by his sonne,
Whose matchlesse and vnriual'd dignities
Are without peere on earth, Oh ioy, ioy? corsiue
Worse then the throwes of child-birth, or the tortures
Of blacke Cimmerian darkenesse. Saturne, now
Bethinke thee of the Delphiun Oracle:
He shall his fathers vertue first excell,
Seise Creet, and after driue him downe to hell.
The first is past: my vertues are exceeded:
The last I will preuent, by force or treason.
I'l worke his ruine 'ere he grow too hygh.
His starres haue cast it, and the boy shall dy.
More sonnes I haue, more crownes I cannot winne,
The Gods say he must dy, and tis no sinne.