Fuimus Troes Æneid. 2. The true Troianes, being a story of the Britaines valour at the Romanes first inuasion: Publikely represented by the gentlemen students of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford.

Act. 3. Scen. 6.

Eulinus, Hirildas.

Eul.

A mind content, Oh, tis a mind of pearle, A Mint of golden thoughts, A Heauen on Earth! When eager longer meete full-but their scope, And hopes are actuated beyond hope. So Iason ioy'd, the golden Fleet obtain'd: So Hercules ioy'd, the golden fruit being gain'd: So Venus ioy'd, the golden Ball to hold: So Mydas ioy'd, when he turnd all to gold. So, and much more reioyc'd, the Phrygian swaine, When he conuaide the fairest (except mine) Which aire did euer kisse: His brazen keele Proud of her burden, slic'd the capering brine: The Tritons blew their hornes, and Sea-gods daunce, Before, behind, about his Ship they praunce: The meare-Maides skip on high, but to compaire Their dangling tresses with her silken haire. These were but shadowes of my blisse. A robe Of pure beatitude wrapes me round about, Without a specke, or blemish: nor can Invention Wish more vnto me, than I haue, Landora. I'me rich, free, learned, honor'd, all; in this. Who dares conceiue against the Female sexe, But one base thought? Lo heere I stand, their Champion, And will maintaine, He is a beast, a deuill, Begot betweene a Bitch-woolfe, and an Incubus. Women, all good, all perfect, and all gracious, Men-making creatures, Angels clad in flesh; Let me adore your Name.

Hiril.

— And let me speake. Why: Landora loues not you, but me in you.

Eul.

But I in you inioy Landoraes loue.

Hir.

But she inioyes not your loue, cause vnknowne.

Eul.

No matter; I in you, or you in me: So that I still possesse my Dearest deare. A paultry fancy last night in her bed Turmoyl'd my thoughts, which since I shap't in Rimes. Thus.

Hir.

Prethee let's heare: I know thou art turn'd Poet.

The Dreame.

Night having drawne the Curtaine, downe I lye By one, for worse Saturnius left the skie. Slumbring at last: For loue can hardly sleepe: Strait-waies I dream'd: For loue doth Reuelles keep. A Damsell faire, and fashion'd for delight, (Our day-borne obiects doe returne at night) With flowry chaplet, and red veluet gowne, Which from her breast was fastned along downe With rich enamel'd lockes, all which one key, Whose bright gold 'bout her siluer necke did play, Could open and diuorce. A vaile most faire, (Such whitnesse onely Paphian doues doe weare) With false light did her beauteous Front improue; From this Arch Cupid shot his darts of Loue. With gentle straine she tooke me by the hand, (Touches in loue doe more than tongue's command) Then leades me with an amorous smile along: Hee's easily led, whom beauty drawes, more strong▪ Than Cable-roapes. An Altar we descry, Where Incense-franke, and Amber fumes did flie, In little rowling curles: A reuerend Priest, With snowy beard wauing vpon his breast, There kneeling did his eies in sorrow steepe: Whose passionate cry made me, though ignorant, weepe. Phlegons hot breath no sooner lickes vp dew, Than ioy had dried those teares: For loe I view A circular roome, all built with marble cleare,

The title, Natures Store-house. Most strange heere It seem'd: I know not how we came, nor whence, Nor any passage saw to get from thence. But Oh the rich delight, and glorious fire Which dazeled me: No hart can more desire. Her first my guide op'd her spice-breathing doore, Aske what thou wilt, this is the Arke of store, No vowes are heere repuls'd, she said. But I Surpriz'd with extreame ioy and extasie, By chance a Scorpion's taile behind her spide: Pitty, such beauty such a monster hide. Trembling, yet silent, doubtfull what to craue: Loe, with a stinke and fearefull screech this braue And glorious Dame doth vanish, and a dart, Which still I quake at, strucke me to the heart. But waking I reuiu'd, and found in bed, Such Soueraigne Balme, would cure old Peleus dead.

Hir.

Ha, ha. Your tedious dreame hath made me drowsie. But harke, we must attend the Funerall pompe.