MARS

I knew loves Queen could not be long unkind, Though (whilst I absent, to teach Arms in Thrace ) You took th'aduangtage to forget your Mars, To dote on Adonis, and Anchises too; Yet (those worn out) let us renew our loves, And practice our first amorous dalliance. Come shall we now, while Vulcan plies his forge, Sweats at his Anvil, chokes himself with dust, And labours at his bellows, kiss and toy? Whom needs we fear? Unless the Sun, who now the lower world Lights with his beams; I mean the Antipodes, The telltale blab is busy now elsewhere: And I will set to watch at the caves door, My trusty groom, who (ere the Sun shall rise With his bright beams to light our Hemisphere) Shall waken us. Be that my charge. Where's Gallus? Syrrah, you know this Lady. Syrrah attend, this night yond Queen and I Must have some private conference, in yond cave, Where while we stay, 'tmust be thy care to watch That no suspicious eye pry through these chinks, Especially I warn thee of the Suns. See thou do call us, ever the Sun uprise, But sleep not for by all my Arms I swear, If by thy careless floth, or negligence We be describe, thy body I'll translate, To some strange Monster. Come enter then fair Queen, we are secure, Now safely mayest thou clasp the God of war, Spite of Sun, Moon, or a jealous star. Venus awake, we have overslept our selves, The Sun's above in his diurnal task, I saw his piercing beams pry through a cranny, And cast his right eye full upon our bed. Nay rather, how will Vulcan taste our sport? He might suspect, but never prove till now, Where is the villain Gallus set to watch? Awake thou drowsy Groom, thy chaflisement Shall exceed torture. Look, hast thou eyes? is not the Sun two hours Mounted aloft? hath he not seen theesleeping At the Caves door, Yea beheld us too? Speak, how canst thou excuse this? Behold, this is thy doom, thy negligence Thus I'll chastise, thou shalt thy humane shape Henceforth forgo, I will translate thy body Into a bird shall ever bear thy name, Be Gallus still, a Cock, and be thy nature Ever hereafter this; to watch the Sun, And by thy crows and clamours warn the world Two hours before he rise, that the Sun comes Clap with thy wings, and with thy shrieking loud, Proclaim his coming when thou thrice hast crowed. I will to Thrace, go you to Lemnos. Content fair Queen of love. For more, he cannot be much more displeased, Let's score on still, and make our reckoning full, As yet alas fair Queen, the debts but small, Make up the sum, and answer once for all. Once more in spite of Phœbus and these eyes, That dog our pastimes, we are closely met, And while the Cuckold Vulcan blows the fire, Our amorous souls their sportive bliss conspire. I am armed for thee, prepare thee, for this night Il'e breast to breast dare thee to single fight. Betrayed? bound? catched? release me, or by Jove, Thou diest what ere thou art. The Gods are all spectators of our shame, And laugh at us.