CHORUS 3. 'Tis true, that Dian chaseth with her bow The flying hart, the goat, and foamy boar: By hill, by dale: in heat, in frost, in snow: She recketh not, but laboureth evermore; Love seeks not her, ne knoweth where[66] to find. Whilst Paris kept his herd on Ida down, Cupid ne'er sought him out, for he is blind; But when he left the field to live in town, He fell into his snare, and brought that brand From Greece to Troy, which after set on fire Strong Ilium, and all the Phryges land: "Such are the fruits of love, such is his hire."[67] CHORUS 4. Who yieldeth unto him his captive heart, Ere he resist, and holds his open breast Withouten war to take his bloody dart, Let him not think to shake off, when him list, His heavy yoke. "Resist his first assault; Weak is his bow, his quenched brand is cold; Cupid is but a child, and cannot daunt The mind that bears him, or his virtues bold." But he gives poison so to drink in gold, And hideth under pleasant baits his hook; But ye beware, it will be hard to hold Your greedy minds, but if ye wisely look What sly snake lurks under those flowers gay. But ye mistrust some cloudy smokes, and fear A stormy shower after so fair a day: Ye may repent, and buy your pleasure dear; For seldom-times is Cupid wont to send "Unto an idle love a joyful end." FINIS ACTUS. _G. Al_. ACT IV., SCENE 1. _Before this act_ MEGAERA _riseth out of hell, with the other furies_, ALECTO _and_ TYSIPHONE _dancing an hellish round; which done, she saith_: