JUNO

And why bright Phoebe, may not a more Equal Love. Endymion, Hippolitus, Or a fairer youth persuade her not from Her chastity, but you? — But this thoughts too likely, and to common To be entertained: you think if ought be Lost, it must be lost a far, pass Hymen's Temple that borders on your groves, and search The Caves. Nay believe heaven's a nearer Enemy, if Jove do court her 'tis in The shape of Ganymede, for such was he That led her from your train. But turn and prove How much you're lost in fears, not she in love. See in this glorious perspective, where sits Your so deplored Nymph, and the lovely Satyr That insnar'd her. Can you against his nobler Breast bend a dart? or wish it thither? See where Cupid stands, and laughs, ready In his just offence, if you shoot, to shoot Another. Tempt him not at so great ods, Oft times such beauty hath inflamed the gods. It seems you little deal in marriages, That could be so ignorant of this day, Then which, none was ever more expected, More proclaimed. This was no midnight bargain, Nor stolen match: but Like unto the lovers, Known and eminent. First, by their Parents Thought on and concluded who were not sad Judges, but Prophets of their after loves, Then deferred till Minerva had enriched The one, and your purer Laws the other. And last of all, when in this high manner, Fame with her loudest blast had askest the bonds, And none was found so boldly bade, nor proudly Envious to intrude, joined they were by the Sacred hand of Majesty. Why droops Diana ? This day your power is not diminished, her Name, and not her Chastity is lost; she's Only changed from a pure virgin, to as Pure a Bride. Express it in welcome of this Royal Pair, who thsis have caused it; grace them with your Best endeavours, and what the others want Of Honour, they daily can bestow. Let us join, and perform something, that may be worthy of their presence, who of our ready Servants shall we grace with this employment? Tragedia ? the enemy of thtngs Fair and prosperous; what hath she to do With loves, or marriages, unlesse't be to Confound they? who so oft before the Altar (Happy with the Flowers and Virgins hands That decked it) hath offered up the Lovers, A sad sacrifice. Delighting still, ere Phaebus could withdraw, to hasten a night Of sorrow over the day. From these solemnities be far away, Thou, thy Buskin's, Crown, and Robe, filling the Scene with tumults, and with blood. Thy milder Sister, gentle Comedy, far sitter For these sports. we'll entertain; who can present Soft, and sweet loves, Examples of this night, Beginning sour, but ending with delight. Thou hast prevailed, make this night such as thou hast spoke, or if thy thoughts are higher, equal them. For know the gods oversee These hours solemnity.