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Hymen:
Nay storme not mortalls yr rewarde is just
They yt aspire and fondlye strive to purchase
Objects beyond theyr meritt, fayle wt h scorne
Thincke you Queen nature fashionde so much beautye
For one yt can̄ot veiw it? such A judgeinge eare
To be condemnde to A dumbe yoke fellow?
Or so much sprightfull activity of feet
Fitt to be joynde wt h Lameness? No vile beasts
(For men I can̄ot call you) since yr heartes
Lead on by sensuall lust covett A feature
As farr above yr worth, as Junoes bed
Above Ixions Levell: Rest awhile
And Ile prsent yr true portraitures
Wc h you must owne till you forgive yr suite
These yt I now bringe in are but ye glass
And mirror of yr shapes, yr character
Enter you charmed monsters & display
What formes they beare wher love keepes—holly day
Enter 4 Beasts
A Hare, A wolfe, An Ass, & A Lyon. and dance in theyr severall orders
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Nay this is not enough to shew wt vice
Hath thus transfor̄de you: next I will prsent
The satyres horned crue ye Types of lust
Enter 4 Satyres to ye 4 Beasts and dance wt h them afterwardes Hymen proceedes.
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Ye Dryades make vp ye jolly rounde
Clad like ye active spiritts of lustye wind
Enter 4 little boyes in yellow colowred Suits and dance wt h ye other eight after warde they wt h Hymen Exeunt:
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