![]() ![]() Phoeb.īut know you nothing farther, Hermes? What news in Court? Merc. 'Tis our Part to obey our Father for, to confeſs the Truth, we two are little better than Sons of Harlots: and if Jupiter had not been pleas'd to take a little pains with our Mothers, inſtead of being Gods, we might have been a couple of Linck-Boys. I have diſcharg'd my Duty which was to ſummon you, Phoebus: we ſhall know more anon, when the Thunderer comes down. And Venus may know more than both of us, For 'tis ſome Petticoat Affair I gueſs, KKnow you the Reaſon of this preſent Summons? 'Tis neither Council-day, nor is this Heav'n What Buſineſs has our Jupiter on Earth? Why more at Thebes than any other Place? And why we two of all the Herd of Gods Are choſen out to meet him in Conſult? They call me God of Wiſdom, But Mars and Vulcan, the two Fools of Heav'n, Whoſe Wit lyes in their Anvil and their Sword, Know full as much as I. ![]() ![]() Mercury and Phoebus deſcend in ſeveral Machines. ![]()
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