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Scena 2.

Venus. Cupid.
Venus.
What though with wrie-mouth'd scorn and squint-ey'd scoffes
These Shepherds once did sleight and scorne thy bow,
Yet don't extend thy punishments so farre,
As they should fatall prove, son save their lives.
Yeares heavy loaden with their months retire,
Months end, their date of measur'd dayes being come,
And dayes full hour'd to their periods tend,
And howres chast with light-foot minutes end,
Let their undaunted e'uls now find reliefe,
Let rip'ned time now terminate their griefe.

Cupid.
What pretty weather-cocks these women be,
I've oft heard Willow-wearing Crites say,
(Accusing Dilla of unconstancy)
That Uenus was a Planet, no fixt Sarr,
Nor did he deviate from truth in this,
Twice in a minute she will wax, and wane.
Of late made drunke with furious passion,
With eyes converted into raging flames,
With wrinckles on your sterne contracted brow,
Wrinkles (by anger made) like Sepulchers,
In which poore Hegio might have been interr'd;
Urged with speedy haste, you summon'd me
To give attendance, without slow delay,
I shook my nimble pearle-imbroider'd wings,
And cut the skie to execute your will,
I had command to torture Hegio,
To tosse him in loves blanquet, and to make him
The most distrest of men, a scorned lover,
Now you would surfet him with happinesse,
Now you would throw his Mistris Julio's armes,
You'd have her struck too, that she sick might be
No more of coynesse or unconstancie.

Venus.
The Eagle scornes to stoop unto a Fly,
The Regall Lyon doth refuse to prey
On him that prostrate lies, and will you prove
More cruell then these be? Then Poets pens
Shall Satyrs drop, and paint out thy disgrace,
Thy childehood, nakednesse, and hoodwinck't face,
Prove kind, and ev'ry tongue shall carroll forth,
And chant in amorous lines thy lasting praise.
Cupid, he shoots.
Yeild (gentle girles) to love, now each goe rest,
Her amourous heart in her true lovers breast.