_Nigh_. Then shine at full, fair Queen, and by thy power Produce a birth to crown this happy hour; Of Nymphs and Shepherds let their songs discover, Easie and sweet, who is a happy Lover; Or if thou woot, then call thine own _Endymion_ From the sweet flowry bed he lies upon, On _Latmus_ top, thy pale beams drawn away, And of this long night let him make a day. _Cinth_. Thou dream'st dark Queen, that fair boy was not mine, Nor went I down to kiss him; ease and wine Have bred these bold tales; Poets when they rage, Turn gods to men, and make an hour an age; But I will give a greater state and glory, And raise to time a noble memory Of what these Lovers are; rise, rise, I say, Thou power of deeps, thy surges laid away, _Neptune_ great King of waters, and by me Be proud to be commanded. [Neptune rises. _Nep_. _Cinthia_, see, Thy word hath fetcht me hither, let me know why I ascend. _Cinth_. Doth this majestick show Give thee no knowledge yet? _Nep_. Yes, now I see. Something intended _(Cinthia)_ worthy thee; Go on, I'le be a helper. _Cinth_. Hie thee then, And charge the wind flie from his Rockie Den. Let loose thy subjects, only _Boreas_ Too foul for our intention as he was; Still keep him fast chain'd; we must have none here But vernal blasts, and gentle winds appear, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad Boughs sing Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring. These are our musick: next, thy watry race Bring on in couples; we are pleas'd to grace This noble night, each in their richest things Your own deeps or the broken vessel brings; Be prodigal, and I shall be as kind, And shine at full upon you. _Nep_. Ho the wind Commanding _Eolus!_ [Enter Eolus out of a Rock. _Eol_. Great _Neptune!_ _Nep_. He. _Eol_. What is thy will? _Nep_. We do command thee free _Favonius_ and thy milder winds to wait Upon our _Cinthia_, but tye _Boreas_ straight; He's too rebellious. _Eol_. I shall do it. _Nep_. Do, great master of the flood, and all below, Thy full command has taken. _Eol_. Ho! the main; _Neptune_. _Nep_. Here.