Bell'-Imperia.
No, Cupid counterfeits the nightingale,
To frame sweet music to Horatio's tale.
Horatio.
If Cupid sing, then Venus is not far:
Ay, thou art Venus, or some fairer star.
Bell'-Imperia.
If I be Venus, thou must needs be Mars;
And where Mars reigneth, there must needs be wars.
Horatio.
Then thus begin our wars; put forth thy hand,
That it may combat with my ruder hand.
Bell'-Imperia.
Set forth thy foot to try the push of mine.