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14 Ant. Ile be thy Second.

Gon. All three of them are deſperate: their great guilt (Like poyſon giuen to worke a great time after) Now gins to bite the ſpirits: I doe beſeech you (That are of ſuppler ioynts) follow them ſwiftly, And hinder them from what this extaſie May now prouoke them to.

Ad. Follow, I pray you.

Pro. If I haue too auſterely puniſh'd you, Your compenſation makes amends, for I Haue giuen you here,a third of mine owne life, Or that for which I live: who,once againe I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou Haft ſtrangely ſtood the teſt: here, afore heauen I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand, Doe not ſmile at me, that I boaſt her of, For thou ſhalt finde ſhe will out-ſtrip all praiſe And make it halt, behinde her.

Fer. I doe beleeue it Againſt an Oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gueſt, and thine owne acquiſition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou do'ſt breake her Virgin-knot, before All ſanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy right, be miniſtred, No ſweet aſperſion ſhall the heauens let fall To make this contract grow; but barraine hate, Sower-ey'd diſdaine, and diſcord ſhall beſtrew The vnion of your bed, with weedes ſo loathly That you ſhall hate it both: Therefore take heede, As Hymens Lamps ſhall light you.

Fer. As I hope For quiet dayes,faire Iſſue,and long life, With ſuch loue,as 'tis now the murkieſt den, The moſt opportune place, the ſtrongſt ſuggeſtion , Our worſer Genius can,ſhall neuer melt Mine honor into luſt, to take away The edge of that dayes celebration, When I ſhall thinke,or Phœbus Steeds are founderd, Or Night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairely ſpoke; Sit then,and talke with her,ſhe is thine owne; What Ariell; my induſtrious ſeruāt Ariell.

Ar. What would my potent maſter? here I am.

Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your laſt ſeruice Did worthily performe: and I muſt vſe you In ſuch another tricke: goe bring the rabble (Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place: Incite them to quicke motion, for I muſt Beſtow vpon the eyes of this yong couple Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promiſe, And they expect it from me.

Ar. Preſently?

Pro. I: with a twincke.

Ar. Before you can ſay come, and goe, And breathe twice; and cry, ſo, ſo: Each one tripping on his Toe, Will be here with mop, and mowe. Doe you loue me Maſter? no?

Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach Till thou do'ſt heare me call.

Ar. Well: I conceiue.

Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance Too much the raigne: the ſtrongeſt oathes, are ſtraw To th'fire ith' blood: be more abſtenious, Or elſe good night your vow.

Fer. I warrant you, Sir, The white cold virgin Snow,vpon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liuer.

Pro. Well. Now come my Ariell,bring a Corolary, Rather then want a Spirit;appear,& pertly. No tongue: all eyes: be ſilent.

Ir. Ceres, moſt bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas Of Wheate,Rye,Barley,Fetches,Oates and Peaſe; Thy Turphie-Mountaines,where liue nibling Sheepe, And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer,them to keepe: Thy bankes with pioned,and twilled brims Which ſpungie Aprill, at thy heſt betrims; To make cold Nymphes chaſt crownes; & thy broome- Whole ſhadow the diſmiſſed Batchelor loues, Being laſſe-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard, And thy Sea-marge ſtirrile,and rockey-hard, Where thou thy ſelfe do'ſt ayre,the Queene o'th Skie, Whoſe watry Arch, and meſſenger, am I. Bids thee leaue theſe,& with her ſoueraigne grace, Here on this graſſe-plot,in this very place To come,and ſport: here Peacocks flye amaine: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.

Cer. Haile,many-coloured Meſſenger, that nere Do'ſt diſobey the wife of Iupiter: Who, with thy ſaffron wings, vpon my flowres Diffuſeſt hony drops, refreſhing ſhowres, And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ſt crowne My boskie acres, and my vnſhrubd downe, Rich ſcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene Summond me hither, to this ſhort gras'd Greene?

Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate, And ſome donation freely to eſtate On the bles'd Louers.

Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe, If Venus or her Sonne,as thou do'ſt know, Doe now attend the Queene? ſince they did plot The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got, Her,and her blind-Boyes ſcandald company, I haue forſworne.

Ir. Of her ſocietie Be not afraid: I met her deitie Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to have done Some wanton charme,vpon this Man and Maide, Whoſe vowes are,that no bed-right ſhall be paid Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, Marſes hot Minion is returnd againe, Her waſpiſh headed fonne, has broke his arrowes, Swears he will ſhoote no more, but play with Sparrows, And be a Boy right out.

Cer. Higheſt Queene of State, Great Iuno comes,I know her by her gate.

Iu. How do's my bounteous ſiſter? goe with me To bleſſe this twaine,that they may proſperous be, And honourd in their Iſſue. ''Iu. Honor,riches,marriage,bleſſing,'' Long continuance,and encreaſing, Hourely ioyes, be ſtill vpon you, Iuno