Iris.  About the businesse now that I am sent,
To sleepes black Caue I will incontinent;[109]
And his darke cabine boldly will I shake
Vntill the drowsie lumpish God awake,
And such a bounsing at his Caue Ile keepe
That if pale death seaz’d on the eyes of sleepe
Ile rowse him up; that when he shall me heare
He make his locks stand vp on end with feare. 
Be silent, aire, whilst Iris in her pride
Swifter than thought vpon the windes doth ride. 
What Somnus! what Somnus, Somnus!
                               (Strikes.  Pauses a little)
What, wilt thou not awake? art thou still so fast? 
Nay then, yfaith, Ile haue another cast. 
What, Somnus!  Somnus!  I say.
                               (Strikes againe)

Som.  Who calles at this time of the day? 
What a balling dost thou keepe! 
A vengeance take thee, let me sleepe.

Iris.  Vp thou drowsie God I say
And come presently away,
Or I will beate vpon this doore
That after this thou sleep’st no more.

Som.  Ile take a nap and come annon.

Iris.  Out, you beast, you blocke, you stone! 
Come or at thy doore Ile thunder
Til both heaven and hel do wonder.
Somnus, I say!

Som.  A vengeance split thy chaps asunder!

    Enter Somnus.

Iris.  What, Somnus!

Som. Iris, I thought it should be thee.  How now, mad wench? what wouldst with me?

Iris.  From mightie Iuno, Ioues immortall wife,
Somnus, I come to charge thee on thy life
That thou vnto this Gentleman appeere
And in this place, thus as he lyeth heere,
Present his mistres to his inward eies
In as true manner as thou canst deuise.

Som.  I would thou wert hangd for waking me.  Three sonnes I haue; the eldest Morpheus hight, He shewes of man the shape or sight; The second, Icelor, whose beheasts Doth shewe the formes of birds and beasts; Phantasor for the third, things lifeles hee:  Chuse which like thee of these three.

Iris. Morpheus; if he in humane shape appeare.

Som. Morpheus, come forth in perfect likenes heere Of—­how call ye the Gentlewoman?

Iris.  Eurymine.

Som.  Of Eurymine; and shewe this Gentleman
What of his mistres is become.
                 (Kneeling downe by Ascanio.)

Enter Eurymine, to be supposed Morpheus.

Mor.  My deare Ascanio, in this vision see
Eurymine doth thus appeare to thee. 
As soone as sleepe hath left thy drowsie eies
Follow the path that on thy right hand lies: 
An aged Hermit thou by chaunce shalt find
That there hath bene time almost out of mind,
This holy man, this aged reuerent Father,
There in the woods doth rootes and simples gather;
His wrinckled browe tells strenghts past long ago,
His beard as white as winters driuen snow. 
He shall discourse the troubles I haue past,
And bring vs both together at the last
Thus she presents her shadow to thy sight
That would her person gladly if she might.