Song: Come Forth, Come Forth, the Gentle Spring

Zeph. Come forth, come forth, the gentle Spring,
And carry the glad news I bring,
To earth, our common mother:
It is decreed by all the gods,
That heaven of earth shall have no odds,
But one shall love another.

Their glories they shall mutual make,
Earth look on heaven, for heaven's sake,
Their honours shall be even:
All emulation cease, and jars,
Jove will have earth to have her stars
And lights, no less than heaven.

Spring. It is already done, in flowers
As fresh and new as are the hours,
By warmth of yonder sun:
But will be multiplied on us,
If from the breath of Zephyrus
Like favour we have won.

Zeph. Give all to him: His is the dew,
The heat, the humour,
Spring. All the true
Beloved of the Spring!
Zeph. The sun, the wind, the verdure!
Spring. All
That wisest nature cause can call
Of quickening any thing.