Song.
Now Ladies fight, with heels so light, by lot your luck must fall,
Where Paris please, to do you ease, and give the golden Ball.
[Dance.
Mar. If you plaid Paris now Antonio, where would you bestow it?
Ant. I prethee, Friend,
Take the full freedom of thought, but no words.
Mar. 'Protest there's a third, which by her habit,
Should personate Venus, and by consequence
Of the Story, receive the honors prize:
And were I a Paris, there it should be.
Do you note her?
Ant. No; mine eye is so fixed,
I cannot move it.
Cup. The dance is ended; Now to judgement Paris.
Bust. Here Juno, here: but stay, I do espy
A pretty gleek coming from Pallas eye:
Here Pallas, here: yet stay agen: methinks
I see the eye of lovely Venus winks:
Oh close them both: shut in those golden eyn,
And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine.
Juno is angry: yes, and Pallas frowns,
Would Paris now were gone from Ida's downs.
They both are fair, but Venus has the Mole,
The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple hole:
To her, or her, or her, or neither;
Can one man please three Ladies altogether?
No, take it Venus, toss it at thy pleasure,
Thou art the Lovers friend beyond his measure.
Jul. Paris has done what man can do, pleas'd one,
Who can do more?