Sapho and Phao played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue-tewsday by Her Maiesties children and the boyes of Paules.

Actus quartus, Schaena quarta.

Venus, Vulcan, Cupid.

Venus.

Come Cupid, Vulcans flames must quench Ve∣nus fires. Vulcan?

Vulc.

Who?

Venus.

Venus.

Vulc.

Ho, ho, Venus.

Venus.

Come sweete Vulcan, thou knowest how sweete thou hast found Venus, who being, of all the gooddesses the most faire, hath chosen thee of all the Gods the most foule, thou must needes then confesse I was most louing. Enquire not the cause of my suite by questions: but pre∣uent the effects by curtifie. Make me six arrowe heads: it is giuen thee of the Gods by permission to frame them to any purpose, I shall request them by praier. Why low∣rest thou Vulcan? wilt thou haue a kisse: holde vppe thy head. Venus hath young thoughtes, and fresh affections. Rootes haue stringes, when boughs haue no leaues. But hearken in thine eare Vulcan: how saiest thou?

Vulc.

Vulcan is a God with you, when you are dispo∣sed to flatter. A right womanne, whose tongue is lyke a

Bees stinge, which pricketh deepest, when it is fullest of honnye. Because you haue made mine eies dronk with fayre lookes, you wil set mine eares on edge with sweete words. You were woont to say that the beating of ham∣mers made your head ake, and the smoake of the forge your eies water, and euery coale was a blocke in your way. You weepe rose water, when you aske, and spitte vineger, when you haue obteined. What would you now, with new arrowes? belike Mars hath a tougher skin one his heart, or Cupid a weaker arme, or Venus a better cou∣rage. VVell Venus, there is neuer a smile in your face but hath made a wrinkle in my forehead. Ganymedes must fill your cuppe▪ and you wil pledge none but Iupiter. But I wil not chide Venus: Come Cyclops, my wife must haue her will let vs doe that in earth, which the Gods cannot vndoe in heauen.

Venus.

Gramercie sweete Vulcan: to your worke.

The Song in making of the Arrowes.

Vulc.

Heere Venus, I haue finished these arrowes by arte, bestowe them you by witte: for as great aduise must he vse that hath them, as hee cunning that made them.

Venus.

Vulcan, nowe you haue done with your forge, lette vs alone with the fancye: you are as the Flet∣cher, not the Archer, to meddle with the arrowe, not the aime.

Vulc.

I thought so: when I haue done working, you haue done woowing. Where is now sweete Vulcan? Wel, I can say no more, but this which is enoughe, and as much as any can say: Venus is a woman.

Venus.

Bee not angrye Vulcan, I will loue thee a∣gayne, when I haue eyther businesse, or nothing els to doe.

Cupid.

My mother will make muche of you, when there are no more men then Vulcan.