Hee briefly t'her relates his pedegree: The sonne of _Ioue_, sole guider of the sunne, He that slue _Python_ so victoriouslie, He that the name of wisdomes God hath wonne, The God of Musique, and of Poetry: Of Phisicke, Learning, and Chirurgery. All which he eloquently reckons vp, That she might know how great a God he was: And being charm'd with _Cupid's_ golden cup He partiallie vnto her praise doth passe, Calling her tipe of honour, Queen of beauty: To whom all eies owe tributary duety. I loued once, (quoth hee) aie me I lou'd, As faire a shape as euer nature framed: Had she not been so hard t'haue beene remou'd, By birth a sea-Nymph; cruell _Daphne_ named: Whom, for shee would not to my will agree, The Gods transform'd into a Laurell tree. Ah therefore be not, (with that word he kist her) Be not (quot[h] he) so proud as _Daphne_ was: Ne care thou for the anger of my sister, She cannot, nay she shall not hurt my _Cass:_ For if she doe, I vow (by dreadfull night) Neuer againe to lend her of my light. This said: he sweetly doth imbrace his loue, Yoaking his armes about her Iuory necke: And calls her wanton _Venus_ milk-white Doue, VVhose ruddie lips the damaske roses decke. And euer as his tongue compiles her praise, Loue daintie Dimples in her cheekes doth raise. And meaning now to worke her stratagem Vpon the silly God, that thinks none ill, She hugs him in her armes, and kisses him; (Th'easlyer to intice him to her will.) And being not able to maintaine the feeld, Thus she begins (or rather seemes) to yeeld. VVoon with thy words, and rauisht with my beauty, Loe here _Cassandra_ yeelds her selfe to thee, Requiring nothing for thy vowed duety, But only firmnesse, Loue, and secrecy: Which for that now (euen now) I meane to try thee, A boone I crave; which thou canst not deny me. Scarce were these honywords breath'd from her lips, But he, supposing that she ment good-faith, Her filed tongues temptations interceps; And (like a Nouice,) thus to her he saith: Aske what thou wilt, and I will giue it thee; Health, wealth, long life, wit, art, or dignitie. Here-with she blushing red, (for shame did adde A crimson tincture to her palish hew,) Seeming in outward semblance passing glad, (As one that th'end of her petition knew) She makes him sweare by vgly _Acheron_, That he his promise should performe anon. Which done: relying on his sacred oath, She askes of him the gift of prophecie: He (silent) giues consent: though seeming loath To grant so much to fraile mortalitie: But since that he his vowes maie not recall, He giues to her the sp'rite propheticall.