Florimel. Y’are much mistaken Lelipa, ’twas I,
    Of all the Nimphes, that first did her descry,
    At our great Hunting, when as in the Chase
    Amongst the rest, me thought I saw one face
    So exceeding faire, and curious, yet vnknowne
    That I that face not possibly could owne. 
    And in the course, so Goddesse like a gate,
    Each step so full of maiesty and state; 20
    That with my selfe, I thus resolu’d that she
    Lesse then a Goddesse (surely) could not be: 
    Thus as Idalia, stedfastly I ey’d,
    A little Nimphe that kept close by her side
    I noted, as vnknowne as was the other,
    Which Cupid was disguis’d so by his mother. 
    The little purblinde Rogue, if you had seene,
    You would haue thought he verily had beene
    One of Diana’s Votaries so clad,
    He euery thing so like a Huntresse had:  30
    And she had put false eyes into his head,
    That very well he might vs all haue sped. 
    And still they kept together in the Reare,
    But as the Boy should haue shot at the Deare,
    He shot amongst the Nimphes, which when I saw,
    Closer vp to them I began to draw;
    And fell to hearken, when they naught suspecting,
    Because I seem’d them vtterly neglecting,
    I heard her say, my little Cupid too’t,
    Now Boy or neuer, at the Beuie shoot, 40
    Haue at them Venus quoth the Boy anon,
    I’le pierce the proud’st, had she a heart of stone: 
    With that I cryde out, Treason, Treason, when
    The Nimphes that were before, turning agen
    To vnderstand the meaning of this cry,
    They out of sight were vanish’t presently. 
    Thus but for me, the Mother and the Sonne,
    Here in Elizium, had vs all vndone.

      Naijs. Beleeue me, gentle Maide, ’twas very well,
    But now heare me my beauteous Florimel, 50
    Great Mars his Lemman being cryde out here,
    She to Felicia goes, still to be neare
    Th’ Elizian Nimphes, for at vs is her ayme,
    The fond Felicians are her common game. 
    I vpon pleasure idly wandring thither,
    Something worth laughter from those fooles to gather,
    Found her, who thus had lately beene surpriz’d,
    Fearing the like, had her faire selfe disguis’d
    Like an old Witch, and gaue out to haue skill
    In telling Fortunes either good or ill; 60
    And that more nearly she with them might close,
    She cut the Cornes, of dainty Ladies Toes: 
    She gaue them Phisicke, either to coole or mooue them,
    And powders too to make their sweet Hearts loue them: 
    And her sonne Cupid, as her Zany went,
    Carrying her boxes, whom she