Mar. What is there some Tragick-Act behind?
Bust. No, no, altogether Comical; Mars and Venus
Are in the old conjunction it seems.
Mar. 'Tis very improper then, for Venus
Never cries out when she conjoyns with Mars.
Bust. That's true indeed: they are out of their parts sure,
It may be 'Tis the Book-holders fault: I'll go see.— [Exit.
Jul. How like you our Countrey Revels, Gentlemen?
All Gent. Oh, they commend themselves, Sir.
Ant. Methinks now
Juno and Minerva should take revenge on Paris.
It cannot end without it.
Mar. I did expect
Instead of Mars, the Storm-G[ao]ler Eolus,
And Juno proff'ring her Deiopeia
As satisfaction to the blustring god,
To send his Tossers forth.
Jul. It may so follow,
Lets not prejudicate the History.
Enter Bustofa.