fit for nights assaults,
Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline,
And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to,
Thy soft downe Pillow, was a helme of steele:
The could damp earth, a bed to ease thy toyle,
Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes:
Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates,
Sterne horror, gastly woundes, pale greesly death: 1320
Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights,
And now so soone hath on enchanted face,
These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe:
The Gods (whose messenger I heere do stand)
Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse:
Yet must _Philippi_ see thy high exploytes,
And all the world ring of thy Victories.
_Antho._ Say what thou art, that in this dreadful sort
Forbidd'st me of my _Cleopatras_ loue.
_Gen._ I am thy _bonus Genius_, _Anthony_, 1330
VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy:
That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee,
Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame,
VVhich made the stately _Ilian_ towres to smoke,
Shall thousand bleeding _Romains_ lay one ground:
_Hymen_ in sable not in saferon robes,
Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe.
For nuptiall tapers, shall the furies beare,
Blew-burning torches to increase your feare:
The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes: 1340
And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round,
VVhile _Hecate Hymen_ (heu, heu) _Hymen_ cries,
And now methinkes I see the seas blew face:
Hidden with shippes, and now the trumpets sound,
And weake _Canopus_ with the AEgle striues,
_Neptune_ amazed at this dreadfull sight:
Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight,
_Glaucus_ and _Panopea_, _Proteus_ ould,
VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape,
Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne: 1350
In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame. _Exit._
_Antho._ VVhat wast my _Genius_ that mee threatned thus?
They say that from our birth he doth preserue:
And on mee will he powre these miseries?
VVhat burning torches, what alarums of warre,
VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie?
O no hee comes as winged _Mercurie_,
From his great Father _Ioue_, t'_Anchises_ sonne
To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance,
And charming pleasures of the _Tyrian_ Court,