The Tempestwritten by William Shakespeare
IRIS "Of her society
Be not afraid:I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted_but in vain.
Mar's not 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."
Act IV Scene I
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