Dorilus. And to those Indraughts Ile thee bring,
That wondrous and eternall spring
Whence th' Ocean hath its flowing.
Doron. We'll downe to the darke house of sleepe,
Where snoring Morpheus doth keepe,
And wake the drowsy Groome.
Dorilus. Downe shall the Dores and Windowes goe,
The Stooles vpon the Floare we'll throw,
110And roare about the Roome.
The Muses here commanded them to stay,
Commending much the caridge of their Lay
As greatly pleasd at this their madding Bout,
To heare how brauely they had borne it out
From first to the last, of which they were right glad,
By this they found that Helicon still had
That vertue it did anciently retaine
When Orpheus Lynus and th' Ascrean Swaine
Tooke lusty Rowses, which hath made their Rimes,
120To last so long to all succeeding times.
And now amongst this beauteous Beauie here,
Two wanton Nimphes, though dainty ones they were,
Naijs and Cloe in their female fits
Longing to show the sharpnesse of their wits,
Of the nine Sisters speciall leaue doe craue
That the next Bout they two might freely haue,
Who hauing got the suffrages of all,
Thus to their Rimeing instantly they fall.
Naijs. Amongst you all let us see
130Who ist opposes mee,
Come on the proudest she
To answere my dittye.
Cloe. Why Naijs, that am I,
Who dares thy pride defie.
And that we soone shall try
Though thou be witty.
Naijs. Cloe I scorne my Rime
Should obserue feet or time,
Now I fall, then I clime,
140Where i'st I dare not.
Cloe. Giue thy Invention wing,
And let her flert and fling,
Till downe the Rocks she ding,
For that I care not.
Naijs. This presence delights me,
My freedome inuites me,
The Season excytes me,
In Rime to be merry.
Cloe. And I beyond measure,
150Am rauisht with pleasure,
To answer each Ceasure,
Untill thou beist weary.