Iris. Eurymine.
Som. Of Eurymine; and shewe this Gentleman What of his mistres is become. (Kneeling downe by Ascanio.)
Enter Eurymine, to be supposed Morpheus.
Mor. My deare Ascanio, in this vision see
Eurymine doth thus appeare to thee.
As soone as sleepe hath left thy drowsie eies
Follow the path that on thy right hand lies:
An aged Hermit thou by chaunce shalt find
That there hath bene time almost out of mind,
This holy man, this aged reuerent Father,
There in the woods doth rootes and simples gather;
His wrinckled browe tells strenghts past long ago,
His beard as white as winters driuen snow.
He shall discourse the troubles I haue past,
And bring vs both together at the last
Thus she presents her shadow to thy sight
That would her person gladly if she might.
Iris. See how he catches to embrace the shade.
Mor. This vision fully doth his powers inuade; And, when the heate shall but a little slake, Thou then shalt see him presently awake.
Som. Hast thou ought else that I may stand in sted?
Iris. No, Somnus, no; go back unto thy bed; Iuno, she shall reward thee for thy paine.
Som. Then good night, Iris; Ile to rest againe.
Iris. Morpheus, farewell; to Iuno I will flie.