Iris (cont.)
Mars’s hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
And be a boy right out.
Ceres
High’st queen of state,
Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
Juno
How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
And honour’d in their issue.
They sing:
Juno
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.