JUPITER. Content ye both: I'll hear no more of this. And, Mercury, surcease; call out no more. I have bethought me how to work their wish, As you have often prov'd it heretofore. Here in this land, within that princely bower, There is a Prince beloved of his love, On whom I mean your sovereignties to prove. Venus, for that th[e]y love thy sweet delight, Thou shalt endeavour to increase their joy: And, Fortune, thou to manifest thy might, Their pleasures and their pastimes shalt[72] destroy, Overthwarting them with news of fresh annoy; And she that most can please them or despite, I will confirm to be of greatest might. VENUS. Your godhead hath devis'd, as I desire, And I am gladly therewithal content. FORTUNE. And I am prest to do as you require; Now shall you see the proof of my intent. [JUPITER.] Take up your places here to work your will: When you have done, the rest I shall fulfil. VULCAN. They are set sunning like a crow in a gutter. What, are they gone? And you will be quiet, sirs, they will make you good sport with their scolding anon. Are not these a sort of good, mannerly gods to get them thus away? I must take the pains to overtake them, for I see they will not stay. [_Exeunt omnes_. _The end of the first Act_. THE SECOND ACT. _Enter_ HERMIONE _and_ FIDELIA. HERMIONE. Why then, my dear, what is the greatest prize in love? FIDELIA. Absence of other griefs, the greatest that loving hearts can prove. HERMIONE. But absence cannot minish love, or make it less in ought. FIDELIA. Yet nevertheless it leaves a doubt within the other's thought. HERMIONE. And what is that?-- FIDELIA. Lest change of air should change the absent mind. HERMIONE. That fault is proper but to them whom jealousy makes blind. FIDELIA. O, pardon it, for that the cause from whence it springs is such. HERMIONE. From whence is that? FIDELIA. My mother says, from loving over-much. HERMIONE. Your author I will not admit; that rests us[73] it to prove. FIDELIA. Be sure it is, that jealousy proceeds of fervent love. HERMIONE. Can that be fervent love, wherein suspicion leads the mind? FIDELIA. Most fervent love, where so much love doth make the fancy blind. HERMIONE. But faithful love can never be, wherein suspect doth dwell. FIDELIA. The faithful lovers do suspect, because they love so well. HERMIONE. My dear Fidelia, as I think, thy love is such to me, So fervent, faithful and unstain'd, as purer none can be, Admit occasions fall out, then, that I must part from thee, Tell me, wilt thou mean space suspect inconstancy in me? FIDELIA. If so I do, impute it to the force of lovers' laws, That oftentimes are touch'd with fear, whereas there is no cause. [ARMENIO _listening_.