Ovid. Deities, are you all agreed ?

All, Agreed, great Jupiter.

Alb. I have read in a book, that to play the fool wisely, is high
wisdom.

Gal. How now, Vulcan! will you be the first wizard?

Ovid. Take his wife, Mars, and make him cuckold quickly.

Tuc. Come, cockatrice.

Chloe. No, let me alone with him, Jupiter: I'll make you take heed,
sir, while you live again; if there be twelve in a company, that
you be not the wisest of 'em.

Alb. No more; I will not indeed, wife, hereafter; I'll be here:
mum.

Ovid. Fill us a bowl of nectar, Ganymede: we will drink to our
daughter Venus.

Gal. Look to your wife, Vulcan: Jupiter begins to court her.

Tib. Nay, let Mars look to it: Vulcan must do as Venus does, bear.

Tuc. Sirrah, boy; catamite: Look you play Ganymede well now, you
slave. Do not spill your nectar; carry your cup even: so! You