BOMELIO. What can'st thou tell me? tell me of a turd. What, and a' come? I conjure thee, foul spirit, down to hell! Ho, ho, ho! the devil, the devil! A-comes, a-comes, a-comes upon me, and I lack my books. Help! help! help! Lend me a sword, a sword! O, I am gone! [_He raves_. FIDELIA. Alas! how fell he to this madding mood? HERMIONE. The heavens and earth deny to do us good! FIDELIA. O father! my good father, look on me. BOMELIO. What meant I not to shut up the door, and take the keys with me, and put the books under the bed-straw? Out, you whore! a whore, a whore! Gog's blood! I'll dress you for a whore. I have a cause to curse whores as long as I live. Come away, come away! Give me my books, my books: give me, give me, give! [_Exit_. FIDELIA. Help, help me, good Hermione! [_Exit_. HERMIONE. I come. O[122] worlds of misery! Confounded on the top of my delight; The Fates and Fortune thus against me fight. [_Exit_. [_Enter_ VENUS _and_ FORTUNE.] FORTUNE'S _triumph: sound trumpets, drums, cornets, and guns_. FORTUNE. See, madam, who can dash your bravery, Even at the pitch of your felicity? When you assure that they shall steadfast stand, Even then my power I suddenly can show, Transposing it, as it had never been so. Herein I triumph, herein I delight. Thus have I manifested now my might. Here, ladies, learn to like of Venus' lure, And me love--long your pleasures shall endure. VENUS. Now thou hast done even what thou canst, I see, They shall be once again relieved by me. [_Music, Music_. THE FIFTH ACT. _Enter_ MERCURY. MERCURY. Ye goddesses of this eternity, To whom of right belongs each earthly thing, The king of gods salutes ye both by me; And (I beseech you) mark the news I bring. My father Jupiter, perceiving well What hath herein been[123] done by each of you, And[124] how ye still endeavour to excel, Maintaining that whereon the quarrel grew-- That is, the government of this estate, And unto whom the sovereignty shall fall-- Here, therefore, to conclude your long debate, Lest your contention may be counted general, Desires ye both, and so commands by me, Ye stand to his conclusion of the cause. How say you, therefore? will you now agree, That malice may no longer right delude? VENUS. Brother Mercury, as I have never been So obstinate, or bent so frowardly, But that I could some time relent the ill-- A woman must a little have her will; So am I now resolved for to do Whatso my father shall entreat me to. FORTUNE. And all the world by me perceiveth well Of course my fancy, favour,[125] and my skill: And when my cause a little course hath had, I am well pleased, and no longer sad.