But musick and sweet ayres, now fetch your Daughter,
And bid the coy wench put on all her beauties,
All her enticements, out-blush damask Roses,
And dim the breaking East with her bright Crystals.
I am all on fire, away.

_Char_. And I am frozen. [_Exit_.

_Enter_ Zenocia _with Bow and Quiver, an Arrow bent_,
Arnoldo _and_ Rutilio _after her, arm'd_.

_Zen_. Come fearless on.

_Rut_. Nay an I budge from thee
Beat me with durty sticks.

_Clod_. What Masque is this?
What pretty fancy to provoke me high?
The beauteous Huntress, fairer far, and sweeter;
Diana shewes an Ethiop to this beauty
Protected by two Virgin Knights.

_Rut_. That's a lye,
A loud one, if you knew as much as I do,
The Guard's dispers'd.

_Arn_. Fortune I hope invites us.

_Clod_. I can no longer hold, she pulls my heart from me.