Through all our ebbs and tides my trump hath blaz'd her, Yet can no cavern show me Proserpine. She questions the EARTH. Cer. Fair sister Earth, for all these beauteous fields Show me my child. Earth. Not in revenge, fair Ceres, That your remorseless ploughs have rak'd my breast, Nor that your iron-tooth'd harrows print my face So full of wrinkles, that you dig my sides For marl and soil, and make me bleed my springs Through all my open'd veins, to weaken me, Do I conceal your daughter. I have spread My arms from sea to sea, look'd o'er my mountains, Examin'd all my pastures, groves, and plains, Marshes, and wolds, my woods and champain fields My dens, and caves; and yet, from foot to head, I have no place on which the Moon 1 doth tread. Cer. Then, Earth, thou hast lost her; and for Proserpine, I'll strike thee with a lasting barrenness. 1 No more shall plenty crown thy fertile brows; I'll break thy ploughs, thy oxen murrain-strike; With idle agues I'll consume thy swains ; Sow tares and cockles in thy lands of wheat, Whose spikes the weed and couch-grass shall out grow, And choke it in the blade. The rotten showers Shall drown thy seed, which the hot sun shall parch, 1 Proserpine; who was also Luna in Heaven, Diana on Earth. Or mildews rot; and what remains shall be ARETHUSA riseth. Are. That can the river Arethusa do. My streams, you know, fair goddess, issue forth My head 's in hell, where Stygian Pluto reigns: Whom Pluto hath rapt hence: behold her girdle, Which on her way dropp'd from her beauteous waist, And scattered in my streams.-Fair Queen, adieu. Crown you my banks with flowers, as I tell true. THE BRAZEN AGE, AN HISTORICAL PLAY: BY THE SAME AUTHOR, 1613. VENUS courts ADONIS. Ven. Why doth Adonis fly the Queen of Love, To be thus scarf'd the dreadful God of war My beauty that charms gods, makes men amaz'd And stown'd with wonder. Doth this roseate pillow Offend my love? With my white fingers I will clap thy cheek, Whisper a thousand pleasures in thine ear. Adon. Madam, you are not modest: I affect The unseen beauty that adorns the mind. This looseness makes you foul in Adon's eye. If you will tempt me, let me in your face Read blushfulness, and fear; a modest blush Would make your cheek seem much more beautiful. wert thou made of stone, Ven. I have heat to melt thee. I am Queen of love, Of which I am not mistress, and can use. Adon. Madam, you woo not well. Men covet not Where's fear, or doubt, men sue with best good will. Ven. Thou canst instruct the Queen of love in love. I'll frown on him: alas! my brow 's so smooth, PHOEBUS jeers VULCAN. Vul. Good morrow, Phoebus, what's the news abroad? Loose ladies with their lovers arm in arm. Yonder the labouring ploughman drives his team. Here spy I cattle feeding, forests there Stor'd with wild beasts; here shepherds with their lasses, Piping beneath the trees, whilst their flocks graze. In cities I see trading, walking, bargaining, Buying, and selling, goodness, badness, all things, And shine alike on all. Vul. Thrice happy Phoebus, That, whilst poor Vulcan is confin'd to Lemnos, Hast every day these pleasures. What news else? Phoeb. No emperor walks forth, but I see his state, Nor sports, but I his pastimes can behold. I see all coronations, funerals, Marts, fairs, assemblies, pageants, sights, and shows. What see not I? There's not a window, but my beams break in, No chink or cranny, but my rays pierce through; And there I see, oh Vulcan, wondrous things: And, shall I tell thee, Vulcan, t' other day Phoeb. As I was peeping through a cranny, abed. warrant.. Phoeb. She was a pretty wench. That when I meet him, I may flout god Mars; Phob. Not to dissemble, Vulcan, 'twas thy wife! The peers of Greece go in quest of HERCULES, and find him in woman's weeds, spinning with OMPHALE. Jason. Our business was to Theban Hercules; 'Twas told us, he remain'd with Omphale, The Lydian queen. Telamon. Speak, which is Omphale? or which Alcides? Pollux. Lady, our purpose was to Hercules; Show us the man. Omph. Behold him here. Atreus. Where? Omph. There, at his task. Jas. Alas! this Hercules? This is some base effeminate groom, not he That with his puissance frighted all the earth. Her. Hath Jason, Nestor, Castor, Telamon, Atreus, Pollux, all forgot their friend? We are the man. Jas. Woman, we know thee not. We came to seek the Jove-born Hercules, IX. 257 R |