The Tragedie of _Dido_ Queene
_of Carthage._


_Here the Curtaines draw, there is discovered_ Iupiter _dandling_
Ganimed _upon his knee, and_ Mercury _lying asleepe_.

_Iup._ Come gentle _Ganimed_ and play with me,
I loue thee well, say _Iuno_ what she will.

_Gan._ I am much better for your worthles loue,
That will not shield me from her shrewith blowes:
To day when as I fild into your cups,
And held the cloath of pleasance whiles you dranke,
She reacht me such a rap for that I spilde,
As made the bloud run downe about mine eares.

_Iup._ What? dares she strike the darling of my thoughts?
By _Saturnes_ soule, and this earth threatning aire,
That shaken thrise, makes Natures buildings quake,
I vow, if she but once frowne on thee more,
To hang her meteor like twixt heauen and earth,
And bind her hand and foote with golden cordes,
As once I did for harming _Hercules_.

_Gan._ Might I but see that pretie sport a foote,
O how would I with _Helens_ brother laugh,