nuptiall 〈◊〉 Doe not perswade me to disclose my shape Attempting that thou loosest this high state I then must leave thee thou live desolate Psi. In all these things I will obey my love Cup. Then Psiche in thine unseene husbands hand Claspe thy white fingers I le now 〈◊〉 thy bed With the sweete spoiles of thy lost Maiden-head Exeunt I like him best Ap. That Midas is thy brother A piece of mooving earth illiterate dull Who having in himselfe naught commendable Enuies what 's good in others and yet dare In his owne impudence with Arts compare A blocke a stone yet learning hee 'le revile And a dull Ignorant Asse wee will him stile Mi. But where 's your Poet Asse among all these Dance and Exit Ap. Ther 's no such creature Mi. Then what call'st thou those That let not men lie quiet in their graves But hant their ghosts with ballatts and bal'd rimes Doe they not teach the very feinds in hill Speake in blanke verse doe wee not daily see Every dull-witted Asse spit Poetrie And for thy Scene thou bring'st heere on the stage A young greene-sicknesse baggage to run after A little ape-fac'd boy thou tearm'st a god Is not this most absur'd Ap. Mis-understanding foole thus much conceive Psiche is Anima Psiche is the Soule The Soule a Virgin longs to be a bride The soule 's Immortall whom then can shee wooe But Heaven whom wed but Immortality Oh blame not Psiche then if mad with rage Shee long for this so divine marriage Mid. But tell mee then why should Apollo say All love her and yet none will marry her Ap. All love faire Psiche all cast amorous eyes On the soules beautie but who is 't will wed her None with the foule will leade so strict a life As heaven enjoynes with such a blessed wife Mi. Thou promp'st my understanding pretty well But why should Venus being Queene of Love Wish her sonne Cupid to enamour her On some base groome mis-shapen and deform'd Ap. By Venus heere is meant untemperate lust Lust woes her sonne Desire to inflame the soule With some base groome that 's to some ugly sinne Desire is good and ill the evill sweares To obay his mother Venus and vexe Psiche But Cupid representing true desire Doates on the Soules sweete beauty sends his seruant Zephirus In whom Celestiall pleasur 's meant To entice his love the Soule to his chast bed Giving her heaven for her lost maiden-head Mi. Onely one riddle more and I have done Why did the poore girle Psiche take such paines What scrambling shift shee made to climbe the mountaine And crawle through brakes and briers to get a husband Ap. This shewes how many strong adversities Crosses Pricks Thornes and stings of conscience Would throw the ambitious soule affecting heaven Into dispaire and fainting diffidence Which Psiche must passe through the Soule must 〈◊〉 Through thousand letts to 〈◊〉 eternitie Mi. Thou hast made this somewhat plaine Ap. Kind Gentlemen Long flaxen curled tresses crowne his head Come come you shall not be enamored On my faire husband this for all suffice Hee 's young and rich Asti. Oh how my blood doth riâ— In enuy of her high felicitie speake what 's his name Psi. Home Home more musicke there I must to rest Recorders Enter Zephirus with baggs Ho Zephirus come foorth and bring mee brim-full baggs of gold Hold up your lapps tho 'them you cannot see That bring this gold this larges take from mee Adieu adeiu my duty to the King I needs must stop mine eares when Syrens sing Exit Petr. Astioche Asti. Petrea oh I am mad to note her pride Her husband is no serpent as 't was said And false Apollo sung hee is some god And this his Temple for no mortall hand Hath laid these Christiall pavements cloath'd these meades In never-faiding liveries of greene Flora you see cloathes all the ground with flowers Flora is Psiches hand-maid Zephirus Is but her foote-boy lackeys at her becke Petr. Yet shee 's our sister and it doth mee good To see rich worth in any of our blood Asti. Thou art a foole Petrea for I hate That any 's fortune should transcend my state Shee sends us hence in scorne but wee 'le returne And never cease till by some treachery Her prid wee make a slave to misery Exeunt Enter Admetus Menetius and Zelotis Mene. Patience great sir you have not lost them all Doubtlesse the two last live Zelo. Sir though they be your daughters th' are our wives And wee are in no such despaire of them Ad. Admit you were one for Astioche And that another for Petrea wept You two but for two wives shed husbands teares For you and them I sorrow all your feares Devided betwixt you on me alone Lies like a mountaine and thus casteth downe Admetus wretched body with his crowne They followed Psiche and her 〈◊〉 hath given them death us living misery Enter Evemore Eve Rise Royall Sir your Daughters are return'd Ad. Oh where which way are my two daughters come Eve Yes sir and both their lapps are fill'd with gold Enter Astioche and Petrea Ad. Wellcome to both in one oh can you tell What fate your sister hath Both Psiche is well Ad. So among mortalls it is often sed Children and friends are well when they are dead Astio. But Psiche lives and on her breath attends Delights that farre surmount all earthly joy Musicke sweete voyces and Ambrosian fare Windes and the light-wing'd creatures of the ayre Cleere channel'd rivers springs and flowrie meades Are proud when 〈◊〉 wantons on their streames When Psiche on their rich Imbroidery treades When Psiche guilds their Christall with her beames Wee have but seene our sister and behold She sends us with our lapps full brimm'd with gold Adm. Oh you amaze me Daughters Pet. Let joy banish amazement from your Kingly thoughts Psiche is wedded to some 〈◊〉 And prayes withall our 〈◊〉 returne againe Ad. VVee grant it wee with you and these will goe To Psiches bowre desire inflames my minde To sit on the bright wings of that blest winde Asti. Oh but the god that governes Psiches thoughts For sure hee is Immortall charg'd my sister To talke with none but us Petr. Yet by the 〈◊〉 of our tongues wee 'le try If wee can win you so much libertie Ad. 〈◊〉 my Astioche but come againe To comfort him that must thy want complaine Goe with my love Petrea but returne VVith winged speede whil'st 〈◊〉 your absence mourne Goe with my blessing blest those sisters bee That live like you in bonds of unitie Give Psiche this give her thou this Petrea Tell her shee is my selfe my soules Idea And say whil'st shee is spotlesse lovely white Kisseth them 〈◊〉 shall bee my 〈…〉 〈…〉 with 〈…〉 Enter Clowne with three or foure Swaines Clo. And what might you call that yong gentleman that rules and raignes 〈…〉 of 〈…〉 from your â—â—ocks and leaves you 〈…〉 in your heads then in your sheepe-hookes What might
Kettle-drummes And never hence-foorth may your fields bee grac'd With the sweete musick of Apollos lyre Midas for thee may thy eares longer grow As shorter still thy judgement dulnesse and dotage Bee onely govern'd with those reverend haires Let all like thee that as they grow in time Decay in knowledge have that old mans curse To be twice Children for thy squeaking sonne May all thy state thou leav'st him at thy death Bee to sing Ballets through Arcadia And them to the like tunes fare-well Admetus My musicke lives unquestion'd what 's amisse Is not in us but in their ignorance Thus undisparadg'd Phoebus leaves the place And with them to succession my disgrace Exit Ad. Phoebus is gone displeas'd Pan. Still may he be so Mi. Midas I 'me sure has judg'd with equitie A Storme Enter Psiche and Boreas Clo. But see father see god Pan 〈◊〉 revenge he hath not sent a blustering wind to blow us all hence 't is Boreas 't is Boreas Pan. Come Midas come Swaines till this storme be past Let us away to shelter Exeunt Psi. Where art thou Psiche how art thou deform'd What ayre affords thee breath what men be these Where shall I hid mee let no humane eye Which now attends thee Psi. Cupid my deare lord Pardon my gilt have pitty on my sorrow Cup. I cannot no I dare not heaven and earth The destinies and all th' Immortall powers Have with the yron pen of Fate writ downe Thy certaine paine did I not give thee charge To taste the pleasures of Immortall love But not to wade too deepe in mistery Could not my heavenly company suffice To cheere the soule but thou with earthly eyes Must see my face and view my reall beauty Againâ— my charge thy love and humane duty Psi. I do intreate Cup. Arise kneele not to mee But thanke thy sisters they apparrell'd thee In that distractfull shape Psiche farewell I le mourne in heaven to see thy paines in hell Cupid ascends Ad. Poore miserable child in stead of teares My heart weepes blood I am confounded quite I have three daughters thou of all the rest Had'st in my true conceptions greatest share For which I call'd thee Psiche that 's the soule For as my soule I lov'd thee now I abjure All interest in thy birth 〈◊〉 from my Court My hand shall nere lay blessing on thy head Nor my tongue grace thee with a daughters name Thou art not mine but the base birth of shame Psi. Oh whether shall a wretch conuert her eyes When her owne father shall her teares despise Enter Mercury Mer. Atend Arcadians The Paoclamation of the Paphian Queene Ad. When Hermes speakes wee are bound to all attendance Mer. Oh yes If any can bring Psiche unto Venus Asti. Psiche whom you are sent to seeke stands there Mer. Then heere ends Mercuries Commission Psiche in Venus name I doe arrest thee For wrongs to her and Cupid Psi. I obey Your high arrest and with an humble suite Prostrate my selfe to Catherias wrath Where 's angry Venus Mer. Franticke in this grove Mourning Adonis death and heere shee coms Enter Venus Ven. Accursed bow why did'st thou not defend him Hee shall not die Adonis still shall live Apollo gentle Phoebus mount thy Charriot And in his cold brest breath Caelestiall fire For all earths simples cannot cure his wound Or if hee must expire command the Muses To give my love Immortall memory Hast thou found Psiche oh that in this rage I could but now forget her Mer. See where shee stands With downe-cast eyes and weake up-heaved hands Ven. Iust of my height my state and proportion And were her pristine beauty lent her backe Might in the rabbles judgement rivall mee Strumpet prophaner of our sacred rights How hast thou wrong'd mee and abus'd my sonne By ayming at my honour and his life Psi. Dread Paphian Queene for lovely Cupids sake And this rich burthen in my wretched wombe Pitty poore Psiche Ven. Hast thou plaid the strumpet And for thy sinnes sake must I pardon thee No that alone hath made me mercilesse Psi. Helpe mee deare Father sisters Mercury Ad. I dare not speake for thee Asti. Nor I Petr. Nor I Psi. Poore Psiche borne unto aduersity Mer. Bee not so bitter Madam for his sake By whom you are made a grandam Ven. I prove â— grandame to a strumpets brat Goe Mercury and from some Garner 〈◊〉 Five measures of five severall sorts of graine Dispatch it Hermes Mer. What will Venus doe Ven. Thou shalt know better when thou back return'st Exit Mercury You are young Venus and the Queene of Loue That had th' ambition to be Cupids wife And marry with a god Ho Boreus Since Mercury is slack in his returne Winde her inticing locks about thy arme And tossing her loose carcasse in the ayre Fling it into the bosome of some storme And grind her bones to powder in the fall Psi. Pitty me Venus Father pleade for mee Enter Mercury with graine Ven. 'T is well done Hermes hast thou brought the graine Mer. Madam I have Ven. Then minion heere 's your taske Looke on all these see thus I mingle them Psi. And what must miserable Psiche doe Ven. To severall heaâ—es with thine owne hands divide Each severall seede ere the Sun kisse the West Or looke for death goe and when that is done I le ride to Paphos and enlarge my sonne Whom yet I keepe close Prisoner in my closet Exit Ad. Psiche adieu none can reverse thy doome Asti. Not I Mene. Nor wee Exit all but Mer. and Psi. Psi. I wish the earth my tombe Mer. Take patience Psiche and be comforted Psi. Comfort alas what comfort can shee find Whose father and deare friends prove so unkind Mer. For Cupids sake who for thy love now 〈◊〉 A paire of golden shackles on his heeles This Mercury will doe flie hence to Phaphos And fetch him from his late imprisonment Then tell him of his mothers tyranie That done wee two will teach thee without paine In severall heapes how to devide this graine Exeunt Enter Midas and Apulejus Mi. And where have I beene think'st thou Apulejus Did'st thou not misse mee Ap. Yes I did not sleepe as thou did'st in thy judgement Mi. Then I perceive Thou know'st how I maintain'd our rurall musicke Preferring it before Apollos harpe Mi. Yes and by that inferre thou art all earthie Nothing Caelestiall in thee Mi. All 's one for that now for your morrall Ap. Wil't thou stay it out Mi. No 't is too dull Vnlesse thou 'lt quicken me with some conceit Thy Psiches sadnesse hath made me so heauy That Morpheus steales upon mee Ap. What wouldst thou seee Mi. Thy little Cupid I like prety well And would see some-thing else what hee can doe More then belongs to Psiche Ap. Well to kepe the awake I le shew thee now Loves Contrarieties Which was more then my promise A DANCE Enter a King and a Begger a Young-man and an Old woman a Leane man a Fat
shape Psi. His shape why hee 's a man whose â—owie head Bowes on his 〈◊〉 through the 〈◊〉 of age Asti. That cannot bee you 〈◊〉 hee was a youth Of comely stature with long 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Psi. I am entrap'd Asti. Speake did you ever see your husband Psi. Why doe you aske pray trouble me no more Leave me and I will fill your lapps with gold Asti. Once thy gold tempted us to leave this 〈◊〉 And to betray thy life to misery It shall not now did not Appollo doome Thy fatall marriage to some hiddeous beast How just is Phebus in his auguries Last night when wee went 〈◊〉 laden with gold Wee spide a serpent gliding on the meade Who at the sight of us writhing his head Proudly into the ayre first hist at heaven Because it did not shade him from our eyes Psi. How did that serpent vanish from your sight Asti. In at these gates hee rowld Psiche be wise For tho' a while hee dally with thy beauty Dulling thy taste with sweetes thy eyes with shewes Thy eares with musicke and sweete lullabies Hee will in time devoure thee Psi. Miserable wretch How shall I flie the fate that follows mee Whose helpe shall I inuoke Petr. Tell us the trueth And wee 'le devise some meanes to succour thee Psi. You are my sisters I confesse to you I never saw his 〈◊〉 know not his 〈◊〉 Yet have I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 Oft have I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 oft 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Eyes hands lipps 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 touch That I have sworne save his there were none such Yet your strange story makes mee to suspect That hee 's some 〈◊〉 for hee tells me still To see his glorious shape will 〈◊〉 mee Besides 〈◊〉 bids 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your 〈◊〉 Eise you will breede my sorrow this is that Which troubles mee Asti. Heare then my counsell Instantly provide A keene-edg'd raysor and a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 At night when 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 eyes Steale from his speckled side 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 light And without feare behold his horrid shape And with the raysor cut his 〈◊〉 throate And so by death gaine life and hee being dead Psiche shall 〈◊〉 some King be married Petr. How doth our sister relish this devise Psi. I doe embrace your councell and this night I le put the same in execution Come you have made mee resolute and bould And now receive your lapps ore-swell'd with gold Exit Asti. Swell in thy pride untill thou break'st thy heart Yet come wee 'le take her larges ere wee part Exit Enter Midas and Apuleius Mi. Poet no more I have enough of Psiche Her sisters and the serpent all of them Most villanous 〈◊〉 I le 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To please my selfe and keepe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thou 'lt let mee shew thee 〈◊〉 of our 〈◊〉 sport Such as wee use heere in Arcadia I will endure no longer Ap. Well I am pleas'd Mi. I le shew thee in a 〈◊〉 Ap. Art some-times must give way to 〈◊〉 A DANCE Enter Pan Clowne Swaines and Countrey-wenches They Dance and Exit Mi. Was not this sport indeede Ap. My modestie gives thee no reprehension For I am well pleased with your Pastorall mirth But as thou had'st a power over mine eyes To sit it out with patience so lend mee Thy atentive â—ates Mi. 〈◊〉 cleere thy obsurdities Nay grose ones too heere Psiche lyes abominably And sayes shee has two husbands the one young The other old How 〈◊〉 thou answere this Ap. Though thy vaine doubts be most familiar To these Iudicious hearers well experenc'd As well in matters Morrall as Divine To thee I le make it plaine Mi. I prethee doe Ap. Did Psiche lie to say shee had two loves How like art thou to Psiche shee to thee Mi. To me I scorne her likenesse Ap. In this poynt thou art For rather then thy sisters shall grow angry To make earths drossie pleasures stay for thee Thou wilt exclaime with Psiche Cupids young The joyes of heaven are all too young too little To be believ'd or look'd at if that faile Thou with the soule wil't say my love is old Divine delights are crooked like old age Who will not vow speake nay sweare any thing To have their vaine delights seru'd like a king Mi. 'T is prety but your Ecchoes pleas'd me best Oh if a man had seene them Ap. With a mortall eye none can in them is hid this mistery Caelestiall raptures that to allure the sight Are seene no more then voices being on high Subject unto no weake and fleshly eye Mi. But why did Cupid hide himselfe from Psiche Ap. Oh who dares prie into those misteries That heaven would have conceal'd for this shee 's charg'd Not to see Cupids face to shun her sisters Mi. Those gadding girles what did'st thou meane by them Ap. The restlesse sinnes that travell night and day Enuying her blisse the sweete soule to betray Mi. Well by this little I conceive the rest I care not greately if I stay it out But if not lik't I le either sleepe or flowte Alp. So will not these I hope before they view What horrid dangers Cupids bride pursue Exeunt ACT. III SCENE I. Enter Psiche in night-attire with a Lampe and a Raysor Psi. TImes eldest daughter Night mother of 〈◊〉 Thou gentle nurse that with sweete lulabies Care-waking hearts to gentle slumber charm'st Thou smooth-cheek't negro night the black-ey'd Queene That rid'st about the world on the soft backs Of downy Ravens sleeke and sable plumes And from thy Charriot silent darknesse â—lings In which man beast and bird inueloped Takes their repose and rest Psiche intreats thee Noe Iarre nor sound betray her bold attempt Cup. discovered sleeping on a Bed Soft silken vaile that curtaines in my doubt Give way to these white hands these jealous eyes Sharpe knife prepar'd for a red sacrifice Bright lampe conduct me to my love or hate Make mee this night blest or infortunate Wonderous amazement what doe I behold A Bow and quiver these shafts tip'd with gold With siluer this this sluggish arrowes head Is like my heavie heart compos'd of lead Such weapons 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 doth 〈◊〉 Psiche were happy if this Cupid were Malitious sisters I your enuy see This is no serpent but a Deitie What prety loves like silken slumbers lie Closing the covers of each Christall eye Hence thou prepared instrument of death Whilst Psiche sucks new life from his sweete breath Churle beauty beautious nigard thus 〈◊〉 Why did'st thou from mine eyes this glory hide Ah mee thou envious light what hast thou done Cup. Immortall powers oh succour Venus Sonne What hellish hagg hath drop't this scalding oyle On Loves Caelestiall shape Psi. 'T was Psiches hand Cup. How durst thou violate my dread command Venus my Mother bid mee make thee doate On some base groome and I left her and heaven And with mine owne darts wounded mine owne brest For a'l these favours wouldst thou murder mee Psi. Let my weake sex pleade for my
woman Dance Exit Mi. I marry this was somewhat like indeede Heere 's youg and old heere 's fat and leane the begger and the King Love hath power over all But to your morrall now why comes your Psiche With a sharpe Raysor and a burning Lampe To murder Cupid then hee wakes and chafes And flings house on t at windowes was 't not so Ap. I le tell thee shee charm'd by her sisters tongues Thinks her faire love a serpent and growne mad Would murder Cupid teare even Iove from heaven Yet note the greatnesse of Caelestiall mercy One glimpse one lampe one sparke one devine thought Plucks backe her arâ—e and more inflames her brest With amorous raptures but because poore soule Shee aym'd to search forbidden mysteries Her eyes are blasted Cupid loathes her sight Hee leaves her ugly and his blessed bower Is rent in pieces For heaven seemes to fall When our poore soules turne diabollicall Mi. For that 'twixt Pan and Phoebus I know best For I was there an umpire but resolue mee Why left he Psiche when shee lost his love Yet mourn'd when shee was left of all her friends Ap. All bid the wretched soule run to despaire When leprous sinne deformes her but even then When the gods hate her when shee 's scorn'd of men Cupid hangs in the ayre his divine eyes Shed teares for her comforts her miseries Mi. Yet hee forsooke her too Ap. Till Psiche bee made faire and angel-white Shee 's not to stand in Cupids glorious fight Mi. Well I am answer'd Ap. And for thy part Midas Laugh sleepe or flowte nay snarle and cavell too Which none of these heere met I hope will doe Exeunt ACT. IIII SCENE I. Enter Vulcan Vul. WIthin there ho Pirackmon when you knave Take in Adonis quiver and his bow And hang them up in Venus armory By Mars his gantlet and Achilles sword Ha ha ha I laugh untill my sides be sore For joy that my Wives dandiprat is dead And my now Ciclops lay 't on lustily There 's halfe a hundred Thunder-boults bespoake Which argues that the World is full of sinne Neptune hath broke his Mace and Iunos Coach Must bee new mended and the hind-most wheeles Must have two spoakes 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 fore-horse Must have two new shooes 〈◊〉 and one remove Pans Sheepe-hooke must be mended shortly too Plie it of all hands wee have much to doe I. Ciclop from within Ci. Master heere 's one of Ceres husband-men Would have a Plough-share and a Sith new ground Vul. New ground new halter'd hee shall stay his turne Wee shall deceive the gods and godesses For a plow-jogging hinde 2. Ci. Heere 's Mercury to have his 〈◊〉 mended Vul. Hee shall stay 3 Ci. Heere 〈◊〉 Ganimed To have his masters hunting-nagge new shod And Mars his lackie with a broken gorget 4. Ci, And heere 's a clowne for hob-nailes Vul. Heere 's the devill and all What would they have me doe I toyle and moyle Worse then a mill-horse scarce have slept a minute This fortnight and odd dayes I have not time To sit and eate but I le give over all And liue upon my wife as others doe They say shee hath good takings ere I le endure it I will doe any thing when I was made a Smith Would I had beene a Bare-ward 4. Ci. What shall wee doe first Vul. Why first goe hang your selues I keepe a douzen Iourney-men at least Besides my Ciclops and my Prentises Of all these evills had assaulted thee And till my mothers anger bee appeas'd I dare doe nothing Yet for our first loves sake Make me acquainted with thy second taske And as I may be sure I le further it Psi. Let my lipps kisse this earth whereon you treade In low submission for her late injunction Transcends all humane possibillitie This Violl I must fill at that spring-head From whence Cocitus flowes that fearefull streame Which feedes the river Stix Cup. Be aduis'd by mee Not farre from Tenerus whose barren topp Is crown'd with clouds of smoake there lies a meade Ore-growne with Osiers Bryars and Sicamors In this Ioves Eagle on whose duskie wings Ganimed flew to heaven obscures himselfe From Iealous Iunoes wrath enquire him out Tell him thy griefe and that thou cam'st from mee From this hard taske hee will deliver thee Psi. Thanks glorious deitie upon my knees Prest downe with this rich burthen of thy love I begg that you will mediate 'twixt my errours And your sterne mothers wrath Cup. Well get the gone 'T is I will front her indignation Exit Psiche Enter Pan and Venus Pan. This way he ran with shackles on his heeles And said hee would to Vulcan oh but see Where hee stands cogging with him Ven. Now you run-away You disobedient thou unhappy wagg Where be the golden-fetters I left you bound in Cup. True for my good behaviour but you 〈◊〉 My bands are cancell'd and your sonne 〈◊〉 free Ven. I le whip you for 't with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in wine Cup. So you 'l nettle 〈◊〉 and I must smart for 't But when your owne 〈◊〉 burne and you desire With him or him to glut your appetite Then gentle Cupid then my prittie sonne My love my deare my darling and what not Till you have had your will Ven. With his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hee still prevents my anger but for thee As crooked in thy manners as thy shape I thought great foole you durst not harbor him Vul. No more I did 〈◊〉 wife Cup. Sweet mother Queene busse my black 〈◊〉 for all that hee hath done Was love to you and kindnesse to your sonne Vul. Speake for me Pan as ere thou hop'st to have Thy broken hoke well mended Pan. When canst tell I tell thee I must first have besides that A douzen of Branding-irons to marke my flocke The time drawes neere sheepe-shearing is at hand Besides two of my Satirs falling out About a Lambe one of them burst his horne It must be tip'd too thou art well aquainted With tipping hornes Vul. Ha hornes with hornes how 's that Pan. Nay aske your Wife I cannot speake of hornes But still you take the last word to your selfe For Venus makes and Vulcan weares And Vulcan takes and Venus beares Vul. Vulcan weare hornes Ven. No sweet-heart you mistake Pan is the forked god with hornes was borne And ever since his tongue runs of the horne Pan. Speake shall I have my Sheepe-hooke and those Irons Vul. Yes Pan you shall But yet those hornes have strucke deepe to my heart Pan. Take heede they grow not upward to your head And tipping hornes your browes weare hornes indeede Enter Psiche But who comes heere Vulcan is this your wench T'hadst best looke to him Venus Psi. Like your obedient servant that layes downe Her life and labour at her Mistris feete So comes poore Psiche held betweene the armes Of feare and duty feare dishartning mee Would pluck me back but duty being more strong Bids me goe foreward bending my weake knee Before