Sir (quoth she) when I loue you shall be mine: but know the time, when you shall claime me your's When as the fire extinct as _Vestaes_ shrine: and _Venus_ leaues to haunt the _Papheon_ bowres, When men are perfect friendes Tigers at peace, Discord in heauen, and powers diuine doe cease, when Fortune sleeps & the north star doth moue wh[=e] Turtles leaue to mourne their mates, ile loue. Ere this was ended, _Orpheus_ song was done, And all the Virgins fell into their rankes, Each tooke their leaue of him, so did the sunne, who now was poasting to the westerne banckes and the wild beasts, who he had made more tame, seem'd to depart with reuerence at his name. Each one gaue place to _Mirrha_ as their duetie, She being preferr'd in state, first as in beautie. Now Cupid of her his last leaue doth take, so haue I seene a soule and body part: He begs a chaste kisse for her mothers sake, and vowes she shall be soueraigne of his heart. But whether he disembling did it, or twa's fate, (As extream'st loue, turnes to the direst hate) Being repulst, but this kisse did inspire, her brest with an infernall and vnnam'd desire. Night like a masque was entred heauens greate hall with thousand torches vshering the way: The complements of parting were done all, & homewards _Orpheus_ chaunteth many a lay; _Venus_ had sent her coach, drawn by a Doue, For little _Cupid_ the great God of loue. & this hath sprung (as men haue sayen of yore) For _Mirrhas_ sake he vow'd to loue no more. Blacke as my inck now must my verse commence You blushing girles, and parents siluer-gray: As farre as Trace from vs, so farre from hence goe, that you may not heare me say, A daughter did with an adulterous head, And heauie lust, presse downe her fathers bed, such Songs as these more fit the Tartars cares, had Orpheus sung it, beasts had pour'd out teares. Vnhallowed lust, for loues lies drownd in poison in what blacke ornament shall I attire thee? Since I must write of thy so sad confusion, shall I say _Cupid_ with his brand did fire thee? Accuse the Fates, or thee shall I accuse? _Mirrha_ weepes yet, onely say this my Muse: wise destinie, true loue and mortall thought, would nere confirme this, the furies brought this. She loues her Father, Daughter nere lou'd so, for as her mother lou'd so lou'd she him: Thirsting in fire those softer sweetes to know, Amidst whose waues, _Uenus_ in pride doth swim So young she was, yet that her father kist her. Which she so duely lookes for he nere mist her, Yet could he haue conceiu'd as he did after those kisses rellish much vnlike a daughter.