_Eu_. Thus, _Phoebus_, thus it is; if thou be hee That art pretended in thy pedegree, If sonne thou be to _Iove_, as thou doest fame, And chalengest that tytle not in vaine, Now heer bewray some signe of godhead than, And chaunge me straight from shape of mayd to man. _Ap_. Alas! what fond desire doth moue thy minde To wish thee altered from thy native kinde, If thou in this thy womans form canst move Not men but gods to sue and seeke thy love? Content thyselfe with natures bountie than, And covet not to beare the shape of man. And this moreover will I say to thee: Fairer man then mayde thou shalt neuer bee. _Eu_. These vaine excuses manifestly showe Whether you usurp _Appollos_ name or no. Sith my demaund so far surmounts your art, Ye ioyne exceptions on the other part. _Ap_. Nay, then, my doubtles Deitie to prove, Although thereby for ever I loose my Love, I graunt thy wish: thou art become a man, I speake no more then well perform I can. And, though thou walke in chaunged bodie now, This penance shall be added to thy vowe: Thyself a man shalt love a man in vaine, And, loving, wish to be a maide againe. _Eu_. _Appollo_, whether I love a man or not, I thanke ye: now I will accept my lot; And, sith my chaunge hath disappointed you, Ye are at libertie to love anew. [_Exit_. _Ap_. If ever I love, sith now I am forsaken, Where next I love it shall be better taken. But, what so ere my fate in loving bee, Yet thou maist vaunt that _Phoebus_ loved thee. [_Exit Appollo_. _Enter Ioculo, Frisco, and Mopso, at three severall doores_. _Mop_. _Ioculo_, whither iettest thou? Hast thou found thy maister? _Io_. _Mopso_, wel met; hast thou found thy mistresse? _Mop_. Not I, by Pan. _Io_. Nor I, by Pot. _Mop_. Pot? what god's that? _Io_. The next god to Pan; and such a pot it may be as he shall haue more servants then all the Pannes in a Tinker's shop. _Mop_. _Frisco_, where hast thou beene frisking? hast thou found-- _Fris_. I haue found,-- _Io_. What hast thou found, _Frisco_? _Fris_. A couple of crack-roapes. _Io_. And I. _Mop_. And I. _Fris_. I meane you two. _Io_. I you two. _Mop_. And I you two. _Fris_. Come, a trebble conjunction: all three, all three. (_They all imbrace each other_) _Mop_. But _Frisco_, hast not found the faire shepheardesse, thy maister's mistresse? _Fris_. Not I, by God,--_Priapus_, I meane. _Io_. _Priapus_, quoth a? Whatt'in[118] a God might that bee? _Fris_. A plaine God, with a good peg to hang a shepheardesse bottle vpon. _Io_. Thou, being a Forrester's Boy, shouldst sweare by the God of the woods. _Fris_. My Maister sweares by _Siluanus_; I must sweare by his poore neighbour. _Io_. And heer's a shepheard's swaine sweares by a Kitchen God, Pan. _Mop_. Pan's the shepheardes God; but thou swearest by Pot: what God's that?