MARS

Walking about that garden time for to beguile. Whereas between niceness your maid & newfangle your man, I herd such sport as for your partly, would you had been there than. Quoth niceness to new fangle thou art such a Jack, That thou deuisest forty fashions for my Ladies back. And thou quoth he art so possessed with every fantike toy, That following of my Ladies humour thou dost make his coy, For once a day for fashion sake my Lady must be sick, No meat but mutton or at most the pinion of a chick, To day his own hair best becomes which yellow is as gold, A periwigs better for to morrow, blacker to behod. To day in pumps and cheuerill gloves, to walk she will be bold. To morrow cuffs and countenance for fear of catching cold. Now is she barefast to be seen, straight on his muffler goes, Now is she hufft up to the crown, straight nulled to the nose. These seven years trust me better sport I herd not to my mind The Dialogue done, then down came I my Lady Love to find. And so they have. I see some saucy mates press in: Now sirs what would you have? Why and Mars have you found sir, whats your will with him? What says the villain? Sateros, I have received thy supplication, and sorrow I cannot as I would give thee immediate comfort. If I should oppose my self against the Gods, they would soon set fire on my seat, Six double us there are, three at liberty, three impriso ned, and one their keeper: at liberty, wiliness, wrong and won tons, in prison, are war wreak and woe, their keeper is wone der; who once giving way to liberty for those he holds; shall set thee and thy fellows on work: in mean time go thou to the Duke of Booetia, commend us to him, when he can he will im ploy thee I am sure, let that be thy answer for this time, and so good Sateros be contented. why what are you? get gone or I will send thee gone A dunghill cock to tread my hen? Break forth ye hangrie powers, And fill the world with bloodshed and with rage. Venus I am abused. But he hath tucht me near, and I'll revenge. Thou hast not wronged me, Mars believes it not. I will believe no words, they are all false: Only my Venus is as bright as heaven, And firmer than the poles that hold up heaven. I will do penance on my knees to thee, And beg a kiss, that have been so unkind, I know it does? sweet forgive my fault: I think in deed that I shall quickly sleep, Especially with Music and with song. Why sings not Venus? his love I to hear, Sweet let the Fife be further from mine ear, Nay let the Fife play, else the Music fails. What still so never my ear, sweet Venus sing. Sing: where is she? Out fool, what doos my head upon thy knee? Where Venus, speak you ribalds, harlots, fools, And never speak again except I see his: Mars is impatient, find out Venus soon. Or perish slaves, before my angry wrath. Away ye fool, tell Venus of my rage. And bid his come to Mars that now begins, To doubt the Cobblers Prophecy. Hence villains, seek the garden, search each place, Mars will not suffer such abhorred disgrace. Where Venus Folly, prithee tell me fool? What hath Contempt robbed mighty Mars of love? Hence fools and flatterers, fly you from my sighed. Mars with a kindled fire begins to burn, Away ye hell hounds, Ministers of shame, Vanish Like smoke, for you are lighter far, Gainst wantonness proclaim I open war. Unconstant women I accuse your sex, Of Folly, lightness, treachery and fraud, You are the scum of ill, the scorn of good, The plague of mankind, and the wrath of heaven, The cause of envy, anger, murder, war, By you the peopled towns are deserts made: The deserts filled with horror and distres. You laugh Hiena Like, weep as the Crocodile, One ruin brings your sorrow and your smile, Hold on in lighnes, lust hath kindled fire, The trumpets clang and roaring noise of Drums, Shall drown the echos of your weeping cries, And powders smoke dim your enticing eyes. These wanton ornaments for maskers fit, Will Mars leave off, and suit himself in steel, And strumpet Venus with that vile Contempt. I will pursue unto the depth of hell. Away with pity, welcome Ire and Rage, Which nought but Venus ruin shall assuage. Thus Sateros have we assisted thee, Our true sworn soldier, worthy man at Arms, And the Booetian Duke hath heaven appeased, By firing false Contempt and loathed lust. Mercury the son and messenger of oue With me shall pass unto my warlike house. Go thou unto the Duke with all thy train, That longs to see thee, and requi e thy pain. Is this the Prophet? Sateros use him well. Well what of that? I, farewell Sateros. Why faintest thou Venus? why art thou distressed? Look up my love, speak Venus, speak to me. Oh Mercury how am I bound to thee, That blazest forth this strumpets joust reproof? Oh could I find the harlot or her brood, I would revenge me of indignities: Now Mercury, I mind a prophesy A simple fellow brought me on a day, When wantoning upon her knee I lay, How that a craven cock should tread my e , And she should hatch a chick this country to dec y, The bastards name he told me too, But it was riddle-wise, Help me to search it Mercury, I know thee quick and wise, When I should only in a word Five letters joust discern Three vowels and two consonants, The name I soon should learn: But those same vowels he did bid That I should duly scan, And they would signify the way That guideth every man. Hast thou not herd of such a thing? Now hast thou cheered my drooping thoughts sweet love, Let me lay down my head upon thy knee, Sing one sweet song, thy voice will ravish me.