Lelipa. To all th’ Elizian Nimphish Nation,
    Thus we make our Proclamation,
    Against Venus and her Sonne
    For the mischeefe they haue done,
    After the next last of May, 260
    The fixt and peremtory day,
    If she or Cupid shall be found
    Vpon our Elizian ground,
    Our Edict, meere Rogues shall make them,
    And as such, who ere shall take them,
    Them shall into prison put,
    Cupids wings shall then be cut,
    His Bow broken, and his Arrowes
    Giuen to Boyes to shoot at Sparrowes,
    And this Vagabund be sent, 270
    Hauing had due punishment
    To mount Cytheron, which first fed him: 
    Where his wanton Mother bred him,
    And there out of her protection
    Dayly to receiue correction;
    Then her Pasport shall be made,
    And to Cyprus Isle conuayd,
    And at Paphos in her Shryne,
    Where she hath been held diuine,
    For her offences found contrite, 280
    There to liue an Anchorite.

The eight Nimphall

MERTILLA, CLAIA, CLORIS.

A Nimph is marryed to a Fay, Great preparations for the Day, All Rites of Nuptials they recite you To the Brydall and inuite you.

      Mertilla. But will our Tita wed this Fay?

      Claia. Yea, and to morrow is the day.

      Mertilla. But why should she bestow her selfe
    Vpon this dwarfish Fayry Elfe?

      Claia. Why by her smalnesse you may finde,
    That she is of the Fayry kinde,
    And therefore apt to chuse her make
    Whence she did her begining take: 
    Besides he ’s deft and wondrous Ayrye,
    And of the noblest of the Fayry, 10
    Chiefe of the Crickets of much fame,
    In Fayry a most ancient name. 
    But to be briefe, ’tis cleerely done,
    The pretty wench is woo’d and wonne.

      Cloris. If this be so, let vs prouide
    The Ornaments to fit our Bryde. 
    For they knowing she doth come
    From vs in Elizium,
    Queene Mab will looke she should be drest
    In those attyres we thinke our best, 20
    Therefore some curious things lets giue her,
    E’r to her Spouse we her deliuer.

      Mertilla. Ile haue a Iewell for her eare,
    (Which for my sake Ile haue her weare)
    ’T shall be a Dewdrop, and therein
    Of Cupids I will haue a twinne,
    Which strugling, with their wings shall break
    The Bubble, out of which shall leak,
    So sweet a liquor as shall moue
    Each thing that smels, to be in loue. 30