Cup. Love shoots, therefore I bear his bow about.
And Love is blind, therefore my eyes are out.
Ma. I never heard Love give reason for what he did before.
Enter Bustofa (for Paris.)
Cup. Let such as can s[e]e, see such as cannot: behold,
Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of Gold:
And here fair Paris comes, the hopeful youth of Troy,
Queen Hecub's darling-son, King Priams only joy.
Mart. Is this Paris? I should have taken him for Hector rather.
Bust. Paris at this time: Pray you hold your prating.
Ant. Paris can be angry.
Jul. Oh at this time
You must pardon him: he comes as a Judge.
Mar. —— Mercy on all that looks upon him, say I.
Bust. The thundring seas whose watry fire washes the Whiting Mops.
The gentle Whale, whose feet so fell, flies o'r the mountain tops.
No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears.
As Paris can, if Garden from he call his Dogs and Bears.