_Gan._ I would haue a iewell for mine eare,
And a fine brouch to put in my hat,
And then Ile hugge with you an hundred times.

_Iup._ And shall haue _Ganimed_, if thou wilt be my loue.

_Enter Venus._

_Venus._ I this is it, you can sit toying there,
And playing with that female wanton boy,
Whiles my _Æneas_ wanders on the Seas,
And rests a pray to euery billowes pride.
_Iuno_, false _Iuno_ in her Chariots pompe,
Drawne through the heauens by Steedes of _Boreas_ brood,
Made _Hebe_ to direct her ayrie wheeles
Into the windie countrie of the clowdes,
Where finding _Æolus_ intrencht with stormes,
And guarded with a thousand grislie ghosts,
She humbly did beseech him for our bane,
And charg'd him drowne my sonne with all his traine.
Then gan the windes breake ope their brazen doores,
And all _Æolia_ to be vp in armes:
Poore _Troy_ must now be sackt vpon the Sea,
And _Neptunes_ waues be enuious men of warre,
_Epeus_ horse to _Ætnas_ hill transformd,
Prepared stands to wracke their woodden walles,
And _Æolus_ like _Agamemnon_ sounds
The surges, his fierce souldiers to the spoyle:
See how the night _Ulysses_-like comes forth,
And intercepts the day as _Dolon_ erst: