_Iup._ Content thee _Cytherea_ in thy care, Since thy _Æneas_ wandring fate is firme, Whose wearie lims shall shortly make repose, In those faire walles I promist him of yore: But first in bloud must his good fortune bud, Before he be the Lord of _Turnus_ towne, Or force her smile that hetherto hath frownd: Three winters shall he with the Rutiles warre, And in the end subdue them with his sword, And full three Sommers likewise shall he waste, In mannaging those fierce barbarian mindes: Which once performd, poore _Troy_ so long supprest, From forth her ashes shall aduance her head, And flourish once againe that erst was dead: But bright _Ascanius_ beauties better worke, Who with the Sunne deuides one radiant shape, Shall build his throne amidst those starrie towers, That earth-borne _Atlas_ groning vnderprops: No bounds but heauen shall bound his Emperie, Whose azured gates enchased with his name, Shall make the morning halt her gray vprise, To feede her eyes with his engrauen fame. Thus in stoute _Hectors_ race three hundred yeares, The Romane Scepter royall shall remaine, Till that a Princesse priest conceau'd by _Mars_, Shall yeeld to dignitie a dubble birth, Who will eternish _Troy_ in their attempts. _Venus._ How may I credite these thy flattering termes, When yet both sea and sands beset their ships, And _Phœbus_ as in stygian pooles, refraines To taint his tresses in the Tyrrhen maine? _Iup._ I will take order for that presently: _Hermes_ awake, and haste to _Neptunes_ realme, Whereas the Wind-god warring now with Fate, Besiege the ofspring of our kingly loynes, Charge him from me to turne his stormie powers, And fetter them in _Vulcans_ sturdie brasse, That durst thus proudly wrong our kinsmans peace. _Venus_ farewell, thy sonne shall be our care: Come _Ganimed_, we must about this geare. _Exeunt Iupiter cum Ganimed._ _Venus._ Disquiet Seas lay downe your swelling lookes, And court _Æneas_ with your calmie cheere, Whose beautious burden well might make you proude, Had not the heauens conceau'd with hel-borne clowdes, Vaild his resplendant glorie from your view, For my sake pitie him _Oceanus_, That erst-while issued from thy watrie loynes, And had my being from thy bubling froth: _Triton_ I know hath fild his trumpe with _Troy_, And therefore will take pitie on his toyle, And call both _Thetis_ and _Cimodoæ_, To succour him in this extremitie. _Enter Æneas with Ascanius, with one or two more._ What? doe I see my sonne now come on shoare: _Venus_, how art thou compast with content, The while thine eyes attract their sought for ioyes: Great _Iupiter_, still honourd maist thou be, For this so friendly ayde in time of neede. Here in this bush disguised will I stand, Whiles my _Æneas_ spends himselfe in plaints, And heauen and earth with his vnrest acquaints.