SCEN. V.
Medorus.
Carinus.
O Gods, Carinus, what a man is this?
Who euer heard of such a constancy?
Had I but knowne him in enioying him,
As now I doe, too late in loosing him,
How blest had beene mine age? but ah I was
Vnworthy of so great a blessednesse.
Cha.
You see, Medorus, how no counsell can
Preuaile to turne the current of his his will,
To make it run in any other course
Then what it doth; so that I see it must
Esteeme him irreuocably lost.
But harke, the shepheards festiuals begin,
Let vs from hence, where sadnesse were a sin.
Here was presented a rurall marriage, conducted
with this Song
From the Temple to the Boord,
From the Boord vnto the Bed,
We conduct your maidenhead:
Wishing Hymen to affoord
All the pleasures that he can,
Twixt a woman and a man.
