_Iuno_. Then mark the course which now you must pursue. Within this ore-growne Forrest there is found A duskie Caue[106], thrust lowe into the ground, So vgly darke, so dampie and [so] steepe As, for his life, the sunne durst neuer peepe Into the entrance; which doth so afright The very day that halfe the world is night. Where fennish fogges and vapours do abound There _Morpheus_ doth dwell within the ground; No crowing Cocke or waking bell doth call, Nor watchful dogge disturbeth sleepe at all; No sound is heard in compasse of the hill; But euery thing is quiet, whisht,[107] and still. Amid the caue vpon the ground doth lie A hollow plancher,[108] all of Ebonie, Couer'd with blacke, whereon the drowsie God Drowned in sleepe continually doth nod. Go, _Iris_, go and my commandment take And beate against the doores till sleepe awake: Bid him from me in vision to appeare Vnto _Ascanio_, that lieth slumbring heare, And in that vision to reueale the way, How he may finde the faire _Eurymine_. _Iris_. Madam, my service is at your command. _Iuno_. Dispatch it then, good _Iris_, out of hand, My Peacocks and my Charriot shall remaine About the shore till thou returne againe. [_Exit Iuno_. _Iris_. About the businesse now that I am sent, To sleepes black Caue I will incontinent;[109] And his darke cabine boldly will I shake Vntill the drowsie lumpish God awake, And such a bounsing at his Caue Ile keepe That if pale death seaz'd on the eyes of sleepe Ile rowse him up; that when he shall me heare He make his locks stand vp on end with feare. Be silent, aire, whilst _Iris_ in her pride Swifter than thought vpon the windes doth ride. What _Somnus_! what _Somnus, Somnus_! (_Strikes. Pauses a little_) What, wilt thou not awake? art thou still so fast? Nay then, yfaith, Ile haue another cast. What, _Somnus! Somnus_! I say. (_Strikes againe_) _Som_. Who calles at this time of the day? What a balling dost thou keepe! A vengeance take thee, let me sleepe. _Iris_. Vp thou drowsie God I say And come presently away, Or I will beate vpon this doore That after this thou sleep'st no more. _Som_. Ile take a nap and come annon. _Iris_. Out, you beast, you blocke, you stone! Come or at thy doore Ile thunder Til both heaven and hel do wonder. _Somnus_, I say! _Som_. A vengeance split thy chaps asunder! _Enter Somnus_. _Iris_. What, _Somnus_! _Som_. _Iris_, I thought it should be thee. How now, mad wench? what wouldst with me? _Iris_. From mightie _Iuno, Ioues_ immortall wife, _Somnus_, I come to charge thee on thy life That thou vnto this Gentleman appeere And in this place, thus as he lyeth heere, Present his mistres to his inward eies In as true manner as thou canst deuise.