earth-borne _Atlas_ groning vnderprops:
No bounds but heauen shall bound his Emperie,
Whose azured gates enchased with his name,
Shall make the morning halt her gray vprise,
To feede her eyes with his engrauen fame.
Thus in stoute _Hectors_ race three hundred yeares,
The Romane Scepter royall shall remaine,
Till that a Princesse priest conceau'd by _Mars_,
Shall yeeld to dignitie a dubble birth,
Who will eternish _Troy_ in their attempts.

_Venus._ How may I credite these thy flattering termes,
When yet both sea and sands beset their ships,
And _Ph[oe]bus_ as in stygian pooles, refraines
To taint his tresses in the Tyrrhen maine?

_Iup._ I will take order for that presently:
_Hermes_ awake, and haste to _Neptunes_ realme,
Whereas the Wind-god warring now with Fate,
Besiege the ofspring of our kingly loynes,
Charge him from me to turne his stormie powers,
And fetter them in _Vulcans_ sturdie brasse,
That durst thus proudly wrong our kinsmans peace.
_Venus_ farewell, thy sonne shall be our care:
Come _Ganimed_, we must about this geare.

_Exeunt Iupiter cum Ganimed._

_Venus._ Disquiet Seas lay downe your swelling lookes,
And court _AEneas_ with your calmie cheere,
Whose beautious burden well might make you proude,
Had not the heauens conceau'd with hel-borne clowdes,
Vaild his resplendant glorie from your view,
For my sake pitie him _Oceanus_,
That erst-while issued from thy watrie loynes,
And had my being from thy bubling froth:
_Triton_ I know hath fild his trumpe with _Troy_,
And therefore will take pitie on his toyle,
And call both _Thetis_ and _Cimodoae_,
To succour him in this extremitie.

_Enter AEneas with Ascanius, with one or two more._

What? doe I see my sonne now come on shoare:
_Venus_, how art thou compast with content,
The while thine eyes attract their sought for ioyes:
Great _Iupiter_, still honourd maist thou be,
For this so friendly ayde in time of neede.
Here in this bush disguised will I stand,
Whiles my _AEneas_ spends himselfe in plaints,
And heauen and earth with his vnrest acquaints.

_AEn._ You sonnes of care, companions of my course,
_Priams_ misfortune followes vs by sea,
And _Helens_ rape doth haunt thee at the heeles.
How many dangers haue we ouer past?
Both barking _Scilla_, and the sounding Rocks,
The _Cyclops_ shelues, and grim _Ceranias_ seate
Haue you oregone, and yet remaine aliue!
Pluck vp your hearts, since fate still rests our friend,
And chaunging heauens m