Then _Iris_ for her part in scorne of this high flying devise, and in token that the Match shall likewise be blessed with the love of the Common People, calles to _Flora_ her confederate (for that the Moneths of flowers are likewise the Moneths of sweete shewers, and Raine-bowes) to bring in a May-daunce or Rurall daunce, consisting likewise not of any suted persons, but of a confusion, or commixture of all such persons as are naturall and proper for Countrey sports. This is the second Anti-masque. Then _Mercurie_ and _Iris_ after this vying one upon the other, seeme to leave their contention: and _Mercurie_ by the consent of _Iris_ brings downe the _Olympian_ Knights, intimating that _Jupiter_ having after a long discontinuance revived the _Olympian_ games, and summoned thereunto from all parts the liveliest, & activest persons that were, had enjoyned them before they fell to their games to doe honour to these Nuptials. The _Olympian_ games portend to the Match, Celebritie, Victorie, and Felicitie. This was the maine Masque. The Fabricke was a Mountaine with two descents, and severed with two Travesses. _At the entrance of the King._ The first Travers was drawne, and the lower descent of the Mountaine discovered; which was the Pendant of a hill to life, with divers boscages and Grovets upon the steepe or hanging grounds thereof, and at the foote of the Hill, foure delicate Fountaines running with water and bordered with sedges and water flowers. _Iris_ first appeared, and presently after _Mercurie_ striving to overtake her. _Iris_ apparelled in a robe of discoulored Taffita figured in variable colours, like the Raine-bowe, a cloudie wreath on her head, and Tresses. _Mercurie_ in doublet and hose of white Taffita, a white hat, wings on his shoulders and feet, his Caduceus in his hand, speaking to _Iris_ as followeth. MERCURIE. Stay, Stay. Stay light foot _Iris_, for thou strivest in vaine, My wings are nimbler then thy feete. IRIS. Away, Dissembling _Mercury_; my messages Aske honest haste, not like those wanton ones Your thundring father sends. MERCURIE. Stay foolish Maid, Or I will take my rise upon a hill, When I perceive thee seated in a cloud, In all the painted glorie that thou hast, And never cease to clap my willing wings, Till I catch hold of thy discolour'd Bow, And shiver it beyond the angry power Of your curst Mistresse, to make up againe. IRIS.