No, faith, but I have a comedy toward, that would not be lost
for a kingdom.
MER. In good time, for Cupid will prove the comedy.
CUP. Mercury, I am studying how to match them.
MER. How to mismatch them were harder.
CUP. They are the nymphs must do it; I shall sport myself with
their passions above measure.
MER. Those nymphs would be tamed a little indeed, but I fear thou
has not arrows for the purpose.
CUP. O yes, here be of all sorts, flights, rovers, and
butt-shafts. But I can wound with a brandish, and never draw bow
for the matter.
MER. I cannot but believe it, my invisible archer, and yet
methinks you are tedious.
CUP. It behoves me to be somewhat circumspect, Mercury; for if
Cynthia hear the twang of my bow, she'll go near to whip me with
the string; therefore, to prevent that, I thus discharge a brandish
upon -- it makes no matter which of the couples. Phantaste and
Amorphus, at you. [WAVES HIS ARROW AT THEM.]
MER. Will the shaking of a shaft strike them into such a fever of
affection?
CUP. As well as the wink of an eye: but, I pray thee, hinder me
not with thy prattle.
MER. Jove forbid I hinder thee; Marry, all that I fear is
Cynthia's presence, which, with the cold of her chastity, casteth
such an antiperistasis about the place, that no heat of thine will
tarry with the patient.
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