Cloris. Come bright Girles, come altogether,
    And bring all your offrings hither,
    Ye most braue and Buxome Beuye,
    All your goodly graces Leuye,
    Come in Maiestie and state
    Our Brydall here to celebrate.

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Faye._

      Claia. Whose lot wilt be the way to strow
    On which to Church our Bride must goe? 160

      Mertilla. That I think as fit’st of all,
    To liuely Lelipa_ will fall._

      Cloris. Summon all the sweets that are,
    To this nuptiall to repayre;
    Till with their throngs themselues they smother,
    Strongly styfling one another;
    And at last they all consume,
    And vanish in one rich perfume.

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Faye._ 170

      Mertilla. By whom must Tita_ married be,
    ’Tis fit we all to that should see?_

      Claia. The Priest he purposely doth come,
    Th’ Arch Flamyne of Elizium.

      Cloris. With Tapers let the Temples shine,
    Sing to Himen, Hymnes diuine: 
    Load the Altars till there rise
    Clouds from the burnt sacrifice;
    With your Sensors fling aloofe
    Their smels, till they ascend the Roofe. 180

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

      Mertilla. But comming backe when she is wed,
    Who breakes the Cake aboue her head.

      Claia. That shall Mertilla_, for shee’s tallest,
    And our Tita is the smallest._

      Cloris. Violins, strike vp aloud,
    Ply the Gitterne, scowre the Crowd,
    Let the nimble hand belabour
    The whistling Pipe, and drumbling Taber:  190
    To the full the Bagpipe racke,
    Till the swelling leather cracke.

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

      Claia. But when to dyne she takes her seate
    What shall be our Tita’s_ meate?_

      Mertilla. The Gods this Feast, as to begin,
    Haue sent of their Ambrosia in.

      Cloris. Then serue we vp the strawes rich berry,
    The Respas, and Elizian Cherry:  200
    The virgin honey from the flowers
    In Hibla, wrought in Flora’s_ bowers: 
    Full Bowles of Nectar, and no Girle
    Carouse but in dissolued Pearle._

      Mertilla. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

      Claia. But when night comes, and she must goe
    To Bed, deare Nimphes what must we doe?