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I. SONG.
Between Juno and Hymen.
Junoto the Bride.
Enter a Maid, but made a Bride:
Be bold, and freely taste.
The Marriage Banquet ne'er deny'd
To such as sit down chaste.
Though he unloose thy Virgin Zone,
Presum'd against thy will:
Those Joys reserv'd to him alone,
Thou art a Virgin still.
Hymen
to the Bridegroom.
Hail Bridegroom, hail, thy choice thus made.
As thou wouldst have her true
Thou must give o'r thy wanton trade,
And bid loose fires adieu.
That Husband who would have his Wife
To him continue chaste,
In her embraces spends his life,
And makes abroad no waste.
Hymen
and Juno.
Sport then like Turtles, and bring forth
Such pledges as may be
Assurance of the Fathers worth,
And Mothers purity.
Juno doth bless the Nuptial Bed,
Thus Hymens Torches burn.
Live long, and may, when both are dead,
Your Ashes fill one Urn.
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