_Lelipa._ Nay then my dainty Girles, I make no doubt But I my selfe as strangely found her out As either of you both; in Field and Towne, When like a Pedlar she went vp and downe: For she had got a pretty handsome Packe, Which she had fardled neatly at her backe: And opening it, she had the perfect cry, Come my faire Girles, let's see, what will you buy. 100 Here be fine night Maskes, plastred well within, To supple wrinckles, and to smooth the skin: Heer's Christall, Corall, Bugle, Iet, in Beads, Cornelian Bracelets for my dainty Maids: Then Periwigs and Searcloth-Gloues doth show, To make their hands as white as Swan or Snow: Then takes she forth a curious gilded boxe, Which was not opened but by double locks; Takes them aside, and doth a Paper spred, In which was painting both for white and red: 110 And next a piece of Silke, wherein there lyes For the decay'd, false Breasts, false Teeth, false Eyes And all the while shee's opening of her Packe, _Cupid_ with's wings bound close downe to his backe: Playing the Tumbler on a Table gets, And shewes the Ladies many pretty feats. I seeing behinde him that he had such things, For well I knew no boy but he had wings, I view'd his Mothers beauty, which to me Lesse then a Goddesse said, she could not be: 120 With that quoth I to her, this other day, As you doe now, so one that came this way, Shew'd me a neate piece, with the needle wrought, How _Mars_ and _Venus_ were together caught By polt-foot _Vulcan_ in an Iron net; It grieu'd me after that I chanc't to let, It to goe from me: whereat waxing red, Into her Hamper she hung downe her head, As she had stoup't some noueltie to seeke, But 'twas indeed to hide her blushing Cheeke: 130 When she her Trinkets trusseth vp anon, E'r we were 'ware, and instantly was gone. _Florimel._ But hearke you Nimphes, amongst our idle prate, Tis current newes through the Elizian State, That _Venus_ and her Sonne were lately seene Here in _Elizium_, whence they oft haue beene Banisht by our Edict, and yet still merry, Were here in publique row'd o'r at the Ferry, Where as 'tis said, the Ferryman and she Had much discourse, she was so full of glee, 140 _Codrus_ much wondring at the blind Boyes Bow. _Naijs._ And what it was, that easly you may know, _Codrus_ himselfe comes rowing here at hand. _Lelipa._ _Codrus_ Come hither, let your Whirry stand, I hope vpon you, ye will take no state Because two Gods haue grac't your Boat of late; Good Ferry-man I pray thee let vs heare What talke ye had, aboard thee whilst they were.