Lav. Peace, thou paltry woman:
And sit by me, Sweet.
Gab. By the Devil?
Lav. Come,
And lull me with delights.
Gab. It works amain now.
Lav. Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows
Gave to the sleeping boy she stole on Latmus;
Look round about in snakie wreathes close folded,
Those rosie arms about my neck, O! Venus.
Gab. Fear not, I say.
Lav. Thou admirable sweetness,
Distill thy blessings like those silver drops,
That falling on fair grounds, rise all in roses:
Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes,
And through my heart transfix 'em all, I'll stand 'em.
Send me a thousand smiles, and presently
I'll catch 'em in mine eyes, and by Love's power
Turn 'em to Cupids all, and fling 'em on thee,
How high she looks, and heavenly! More wine for me.
Ga. Give him more wine, and good friend be not fearful.
Lav. Here on my knee, thou Goddess of delights,
This lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties;
See how it leaps to view that perfect redness
That dwels upon thy lips: now, how it blushes
To be outblush'd. Oh! let me feed my fancie,
And as I hold the purple god in one hand
Dancing about the bri[m] and proudly swelling,
Deck'd in the pride of nature young, and blowing;
So let me take fair Semele in the other,
And sing the loves of gods, then drink, their Nectar's
Not yet desir'd.
Casta. Oh!