Hymen, though blessing a new married Pair
Shall blush to think on, and our certain issue,
The glorious splendor of dread Majesty,
Whose beams shall dazel Rome, and aw the world,
My wants in that kind others shall supply,
And I give way to it.
Cleo. Baser than thy Birth;
Can there be gods, and hear this, and no thunder
Ram thee into the Earth?
Pho. They are asleep,