Song: Fair Maid, but Are You Come to Dwell

Naiades. Fair maid, but are you come to dwell,
And tarry with us here?
Spring. Fresh fountains, I am come to tell
A tale in yond' soft ear,
Whereof the murmur will do well;
If you your parts will bear.
Naiades. Our purlings wait upon the Spring.
Spring. Go up with me, then; help to sing
The story to the king.

Spring. Cupid hath ta'en offence of late,
At all the gods, that of the state,
And in their council, he was so deserted,
Not to be call'd unto their guild,
But slightly pass'd by as a child.
Naiades. Wherein he thinks his honour was perverted.

Spring. And though his mother seek to season,
And rectify his rage with reason,
By shewing he lives yet under her command,
Rebellious he doth disobey,
And she hath forced his arms away.
Naiades. To make him feel the justice of her hand.

Whereat the boy, in fury fell,
With all his speed, is gone to hell,
There to excite and stir up jealousy.
To make a party 'gainst the gods,
And set heaven, earth, and hell at odds.
Naiades. And raise a chaos of calamity.