JUNO

Here lies my hate, Aeneas cursed brat, The boy wherein false destiny delights, The heir of fury, the favourite of the face, That ugly imp that shall outwear my wrath, And wrong my deity with high disgrace: But I will take another order now, And raze th'eternall Register oftime: Troy shall no more call him her second hope, Not Venus triumph in his tender youth: For here in spite of heaven I'll murder him, And feed infection with his left out life: Say Paris, now shall Venus have the ball? Say vengeance, now shall her Ascanius die. Oh no God wot, I cannot watch my time, Nor quit good turns with double fee down told: Tut, I am simple without made to hurt, And have no gall at all to grieve my foes: But lustful Jove and his adulterous child, Shall find it written on confusions front, That only Juno rules in Rhamnuse town. Fie Venus, that such causeless words of wrath, Should ere defile so fair a mouth as thine: Are not we both sprung of celestial raze, And banquet as two Sisters with the Gods? Why is it then displeasure should disjoin, Whom kindred and acquaintance counites. Is this then all the thanks that I shall have, For saving him from Snakes and Serpents stings, That would have killed him sleeping as he lay? What though I was offended with thy son, And wrought him much woe on sea and land, When for the hate of Trojan Ganymede, That was advanced by my Hebes shame, And Paris judgement of the heavenly ball, I mustered all the winds unto his wrack, And urged each Element to his annoy: Yet now I do repent me of his ruth, And wish that I had never wronged him so: Bootless I saw it was to war with fate, That hath so many unresisted friends: Wherefore I change my counsel with the time, And planted love where envy erst had sprung. More then melodious are these words to me, That overcloy my soul with their content: Venus, sweet Venus, how may I deserve Such amorous favours at thy beauteous hand? But that thou mayest more easily perceive, How highly I do prize this amity, Hark to a motion of eternal league, Which I will make in quittance of thy love: Thy son thou knowest with Dido now remains, And feeds his eyes with favours of her Court, She likewise in admiring spends her time, And cannot talk nor think of ought but him: Why should not they then join in marriage, And bring forth mighty Kings to Carthage town, Whom casualty of sea hath made such friends? And Venus, let there be a match confirmed Betwixt these two, whose loves are so alike, And both our Deities conjoined in one, Shall chain felicity unto their throne. Fair Queen of love, I will divorce these doubts, And find the way to weary such found thoughts: This day they both a hunting forth will ride Into these woods, adjoining to these walls, When in the amid of all their game some sports, I'll make the Clouds dissolve their watery works, And drench Silvanus dwellings with their showers, Then in one Cave the Queen and he shall meet, And interchangeably discourse their thoughts, Whose short conclusion will seal up their hearts, Unto the purpose which we now propound.