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VI Song.
To the King and Queene, by a Chorus of all.
To the King and Queene, by a Chorus of all.
So
musicall as to all Eares,
Doth seeme the musick of the Sphears,
Are you, unto each other still;
Tuning your thoughts to eithers will.
Doth seeme the musick of the Sphears,
Are you, unto each other still;
Tuning your thoughts to eithers will.
All that are harsh, all that are rude,
Are by your harmony subdu'd;
Yet so, into obedience wrought,
As if not forc'd to it, but taught.
Are by your harmony subdu'd;
Yet so, into obedience wrought,
As if not forc'd to it, but taught.
Live still, the pleasure of our sight;
Both our examples and delight.
Both our examples and delight.
So long, untill you finde, the good successe
Of all your virtues, in one happinesse.
Of all your virtues, in one happinesse.
Till so kinde, so wise, and carefull be,
In the behalfe of our Posteritie,
That we may wish your Scepters ruling heere,
(Lov'd even by those, who should your justice feare)
When we are gone, when to our last remove
We are dispatch'd, to sing your prayse above.
After this song the Spheares past through the
Ayre, and all the Deities ascended, and so concluded
this Masque: which was generally approoved
of, especially by all Strangers that were present,
to be the noblest and most ingenuous that hath been
done heere in that kinde.
In the behalfe of our Posteritie,
(Lov'd even by those, who should your justice feare)
When we are gone, when to our last remove
We are dispatch'd, to sing your prayse above.
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