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Aberden, Adrenimia, Hollarro, Lerenica, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo.
Aber.
Now all Bruzantia's rights connfirms the day
And Lacedemonan customes of the boy
Hyacinthus bids meriment to th'same:
Let shepheards write this nuptiall wedding day
In red Capitall Letters for a Holiday,
Joy to Hollarro, and the Bride his spouse.

Adr.
Hymens sits crown'd with Garlands of all joy,

To welcome train of marriage, Ladies beds,
Sprinkled in form of solace, and of mirth,
And the Pyrene mounts drop offerings to
Such sacred meetings as this day affords,
Long live you both in health and happily.

Holl.
Great King, the duty of a weak desire
Comes short in limits of a recompence;
Let humble will, with intention, her aid,
Strike thanks so worthy as you do deserve,
Most virtuous Queen, the law doth guide my sense,
If that I taste once of ingratitude,
(A stranger plant then ever Glaucus eate)
To turn my selfe into a main of fear,
And counted their a God not for to live,
But by a fained will, so thanks to you
For gracing Nuptialls of my wedlock hour.

Lere.
The mind that treads in natures paths, must say
With the guest of most free deliverance,
All thanks to King and Queen.

Aber.
Then Prince Hollarro, now the knot is done,
It shall not be said by Bruzantians,
I like Amyens, caus'd your banishment;
But all their tribute's quitted by this day,
And thou shalt be the King of fruitfull place,
And issue of my hope of all the Land;
Acknowledge Prince of the Cecilian soules;
And like great Butes, have a Champion race;
How like you it, my Lords?

Faf.
You are a sire of all firm judgement,
Brutus divides not the least Atome from't,
Where the way your credit takes its course,
Is argument enough for me to yield.

Buz.
The succour of the Gods descends from Jove,
So all our lives and Pedigree of us.
Hath conduits of all plenty, good and great,
From the protection of your mighty hand;
Therefore if I deny, no pardon's there,
But grim unjustice must devide the spoyl,
Give me the worst, and shame thereunto boot;

So let both Nature, Nation, and all friends,
Give vote as free, as my soul doth unclose,
Or wish to have the fame Hollarro King.

Nev.
Great King, your will is good, I like the same.
Hoping he'l prove a Lapithenian soul,
A second Phlegias; your motion's good,
And lik'd of all, here is the Bardes presents
The Groom and Bride a song.

Enter three Brades, and sings to the Musick.

1.

Great Sol was dim
By a pearly dew,
But now doth fling
Off that muddy hieu,
By the sweet motions of such smiles,
The Bride and Bridegroom time beguiles;
Then let both heaven, earth, and sea,
Four Elements, whats e're they be,
Give happy joy, and mirth for ay,
To those brave guests of this same day,
For ever, for ever, let all sing
Hymns to the Queen, and her brave King.

2.

A joyfull day,
But more joyfull night,
Lead on the way
To that same delight;
And when its past a happy morn,
To th'Groom that is by his Bride born,
And so we wish to after rest
To th'Bride, that is by Bridegroom prest:
So let all joy wait leisure on,
To pleasure them in splendent morn;
For ever, for ever, &c.

Aber.
The Diadem Hollarro is stayed,
Of all Bruzantia on your noble head:
Numenia's Land is struck with fear and quakes,
Under the blow of such a martiall soul.
After the drowsie pomp of nuptiall terms,
You shall begin your Raign.

Holl.
The massy weight of such a grave design
Would act its part far better with your selfe,
But since a freedom breathes such spicie notes
Of father's love, my duty must give way.
For Celius, the father of immortall Gods,
Ne're did indue his Sons with greater joy:
Cacus he was not in least politick,
To lose his Trophies by a Hercules:
Strength shall not subdue wit, if it hath play,
I'le rule the Land, and I will you obay.

Aber.
Thou shalt, brave Prince: the Temple's clad with joy,
To receive your sacred presence, and also
Honours most stately camp doth obeysance
To your heroick shrine: be thou the King.

Omnes.
Heavens bless his Majesty.

Lere.
My breast's an altar to the sacrifice
Of loves due rights, unto my loyal King.

Holl.
Thou art a Queen, and my onely spouse,
Both King and Queen, Lord blesse your Majesties.