Within. I have sweat-meats for the banquet.
Cam. Let 'em in.
Ton. They lye my Lord, they come to seek their wives,
Two broken Citizens.
Cam. Break 'em more, they are but brusled yet.
Bold Rascals, offer to disturb your wives?
Cle. Lock the doors fast, the Musick, hark, the King comes.
A Curtain drawn.
The King, Queen, Valerio, Evanthe, Ladies, Attendants, Camillo, Cleanthes, Sorano, Menallo.
A Mask.
Cupid descends, the Graces sitting by him, Cupid being bound the Graces unbind him, he speaks.
Cup. Unbind me, my delight, this night is mine,
Now let me look upon what Stars here shine,
Let me behold the beauties, then clap high
My cullor'd wings, proud of my Deity;
I am satisfied, bind me again, and fast,
My angry Bow will make too great a wast
Of beauty else, now call my Maskers in,
Call with a Song, and let the sports begin;
Call all my servants the effects of love,
And to a measure let them nobly move.
Come you servants of proud love,
Come away:
Fairly, nobly, gently move.
Too long, too long you make us stay;
Fancy, Desire, Delight, Hope, Fear,
Distrust and Jealousie, be you too here;
Consuming Care, and raging Ire,
And Poverty in poor attire,
March fairly in, and last Despair;
Now full Musick strike the Air.