Phao. I will learne any thing but dissembling.
Venus. Why my boy?
Phao. Because then I must learne to be a woman.95
Venus. Thou heardest that of man.
Phao. Men speake trueth.
Venus. But truth is a she, and so alwaies painted.
Phao. I thinke a painted trueth.
Venus. Well, farewell for this time: for I must visit Sapho.100 Phao exit.
SCHÆNA PRIMA.--〈The same. The curtains are drawn bach.〉
Venus, Sapho, Cupid.
Venus. Sapho, I haue heard thy complaintes, and pittied thine agonies.
Sapho. O Venus, my cares are onely knowne to thee, and by thee only came the cause. Cupid, why didst thou wound me so deepe?
Cupid. My mother bad me draw mine arrow to ye head.5
Sapho. Venus, why didst thou proue so hatefull?
Venus. Cupid tooke a wrong shafte.
Sapho. O Cupid too vnkinde, to make me so kind, that almost I transgresse the modestie of my kinde.
Cupid. I was blind, and could not see mine arrow.10
Sapho. How came it to passe, thou didst hit my hearte?
Cupid. That came by the nature of the head, which being once let out of the bowe, cã finde none other lighting place but the heart.
Venus. Be not dismaide, Phao shall yeelde.
Sapho. If hee yeelde, then shal I shame to embrace one so15 meane; if not, die, because I cannot embrace one so meane. Thus doe I finde no meane.
Venus. Well, I will worke for thee. Farewell.
Sapho. Farewell sweet Venus, and thou Cupid, which art sweetest in thy sharpenesse. Exit Sapho.20____________________