[_Enter_] APELLES, CAMPASPE.
_Apel._ I shall never draw your eyes well, because they blinde
mine.[870]
_Camp._ Why then, paint mee without eyes, for I am blind.[871]
_Apel._ Were you ever shadowed before of any?
_Camp._ No; and would you could so now shadow me that I 5
might not be perceived of any.[872]
_Apel._ It were pitie but that so absolute[873] a face should furnish
Venus temple amongst these pictures.
_Camp._ What are these pictures?
_Apel._ This is Læda, whom Jove deceived in likenesse of a swan. 10
_Camp._ A faire woman, but a foule deceit.
_Apel._ This is Alcmena, unto whom Jupiter came in shape of
Amphitrion, her husband, and begate Hercules.
_Camp._ A famous sonne, but an infamous fact.
_Apel._ Hee might doe it, because hee was a god. 15
_Camp._ Nay, therefore it was evill done because he was a god.
_Apel._ This is Danae, into whose prison Jupiter drizled a golden
showre, and obtained his desire.
_Camp._ What gold can make one yeeld to desire?
_Apel._ This is Europa, whom Jupiter ravished; this, Antiopa.[874] 20
_Camp._ Were all the gods like this Jupiter?
_Apel._ There were many gods in this like Jupiter.
_Camp._ I thinke in those dayes love was well ratified among men
on earth when lust was so full authorised by the gods in Heaven.
_Apel._ Nay, you may imagine there were women passing amiable 25
when there were gods exceeding amorous.
_Camp._ Were women never so faire, men would be false.
_Apel._ Were women never so false, men would be fond.
_Camp._ What counterfeit is this, Apelles?
_Apel._ This is Venus, the goddesse of love. 30
_Camp._ What, bee there also loving goddesses?
_Apel._ This is shee that hath power to command the very affections
of the heart.
_Camp._ How is she hired,--by prayer, by sacrifice, or bribes?
_Apel._ By prayer, sacrifice, and bribes. 35
_Camp._ What prayer?
_Apel._ Vowes irrevocable.
_Camp._ What sacrifice?
_Apel._ Hearts ever sighing, never dissembling.
_Camp._ What bribes? 40
_Apel._ Roses and kisses. But were you never in love?
_Camp._ No; nor love in me.
_Apel._ Then have you injuried many.
_Camp._ How so?
_Apel._ Because you have been loved of many. 45
_Camp._ Flattered, perchance, of some.
_Apel._ It is not possible that a face so faire and a wit so sharpe,
both without comparison, should not be apt to love.
_Camp._ If you begin to tip your tongue with cunning, I pray dip
your pensill in colours and fall to that you must doe, not that you 50
would doe.