Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
95 Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no [bed-right] shall be paid
Till Hymen’s torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars’s hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
IV. 1. 100 Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.
Cer.
[High’st] queen of state,