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Scena 5.

Gripus. Hegio. Hymen.
Gripus.
Like as a guilty prisoner, upon whom
Offended Justice lately past her doome,
Drags his sad Irons from the loathed jaile,
(Hopelesse to live) unto the cursed tree
Where he stands muffled (but an inch from death)
His last prayer said, and hearts confession made;
At last (unlookt for) come a slow reprieve.
And gives the wretch some few daies more to live.
Now he (lost in amazement) boldly rends
Deaths muffler from his eyes, and scarcely knows
(Being over-joy'd) whether he lives or dyes:
Even so joy whose life is quit from death,
And despaire, by Mira's propitious smiles,
Now 'gins t'approach my Festivall, and rest,
I've chast dull sorrow from my pensive brest.

Hegio.
Thanks gentle Eccho for thy sweet direction,
Thankes gentle Juno for thy kind protection,
Daris is wonne, Hence loathed Melancholly,
Avaunt, avaunt from hence thou Snake-hair'd Devill,
Thou hollow-eyde monster full fraught with evill,
Hence, to the Abysle below, thy way imbrace,
For that's thy Mansion, thy proper place.
The guife that wants a bottom, there mayst dwell,
And preside o're the counsell of darke hell,
Inthroan'd in Radamanthus seat maist raigne
Among the Cacodemons, ne're againe
Ascend to cast thy influence ore my braine.

Hymen.
You that in this unfortunate age of love,
This haplesse time of of Cupids tyranny,
Have felt the worst that winged wag could doe
Now banish sorrow, henceforth you shall be
So happy as to thinke no wight is wretched,
Or that there is a thing call'd miserie.
What pleasures Poets fame of after death,
In the Elizean arbusted groves,
Shall spread themselves 'fore you, as if you were
Tenants, or Farmers of those blessed shades,
It shall be a perpetuall Spring, where you
Inhabit, all disasterous dewes, and blasts
Shall strangers to your happy pastures be.
Come follow me, this my well-lighted flame
Shall light you unto Ceres Tempell, where
(Expecting you) they Nuptiall garlands weare,
That hold your hearts enain'd in their golden haire.

Exeunt.