BEL. If I be Venus, thou must needs be Mars;
And where Mars raigneth, there must needs be warres.

HOR. Then thus begin our wars: put forth thy hand,
That it may combat with my ruder hand.

BEL. Set forth thy foot to try the push of mine.

HOR. But, first, my lookes shall combat against thee.

BEL. Then ward thy-selfe! I dart this kiss as thee.

HOR. Thus I [return] the dart thou threwest at me!

BEL. Nay then, to gaine the glory of the field,
My twining armes shall yoake and make thee yeeld.

HOR. Nay then, my armes are large and strong withall:
Thus elmes by vines are compast till they fall.

BEL. O, let me goe, for in my troubled eyes
Now maist thou read that life in passion dies!

HOR. O, stay a-while, and I will dye with thee;
So shalt thou yeeld, and yet haue conquerd me.

BEL. Whose there? Pedringano? We are betraide!

Enter LORENZO, BALTHAZAR, CERBERIN,