_Iris._ Of her society
Be not afraid: I met her Deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, 95
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars's hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, 100
And be a boy right out.

_Cer._ High'st queen of state,
Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

_Enter JUNO._

_Juno._ How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour'd in their issue. [_They sing:_ 105

_Juno._ Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.

_Cer._ Earth's increase, foison plenty, 110
Barns and garners never empty;
Vines with clustering bunches growing;
Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest! 115
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.

_Fer._ This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits?

_Pros._ Spirits, which by mine art 120
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.

_Fer._ Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
Makes this place Paradise.

[_Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment._

_Pros._ Sweet, now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; 125
There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr'd.

_Iris._ You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land 130
Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.

_Enter certain Nymphs._

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