You and you are fure together,
As the winter to foul weather:
Whiles a wedlock hymn we fing,
Feed yourfelves with queftioning:
That reafon wonder may diminish,

How thus we met, and these things finish.

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Wedding is great Juna's crown,

O bleffed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town,
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown
To Hymen, God of every town!

Duke Sen. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me, Even daughter-welcome, in no lefs degree.

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

Enter Jaques de Boys.

Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,

That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
Duke Frederick hearing, how that every day
Men of great worth resorted to this foreft,
Addrefs'd a mighty power, which were on foot
In his own conduct purpofely to take
His brother here, and put him to the sword:
And to the fkirts of this wild wood he came,
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After fome question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprize, and from the world;
His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
And all their lands reftor'd to them again,
That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
I do engage my life.

Duke Sen. Welcome, young man;
Thou offer'ft fairly to thy brother's wedding;
To one, his lands with-held; and to the other,

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A land itself at large, a potent Dukedom.
First, in this foreft, let us do thefe ends
That here were well begun, and well begot:
And, after, every of this happy number,

That have endur'd fhrewd days and nights with us,
Shall fhare the good of our return'd fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Mean time, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
And fall into our ruftick revelry:

Play, mufick; and you brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap'd in joy, to th' meafures fall.
Faq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,
The Duke hath put on a religious life,

And thrown into neglect the pompous court.
Jaq. de B. He hath.

Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
You to your former honour I bequeath,

[To the Duke.

Your patience and your virtue well deferve it.
You to a love, that your true faith doth merit; [To Orla.
You to your land, and love, and great allies; [To Oli.
You to a long and well deferved bed;

[To Silv. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage

[To the Clown. Is but for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures: I am for other than for dancing measures.

Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, stay.

Jaq. To fee no paftime, I: what you would have, I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these rites; As, we do truft they'll end, in true delights.

Raf. It is not the fashion to fee the Lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the Lord the prologue. If it be true, that good avine needs no busk, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do ufe good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a cafe am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor can infinuate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not furnish'd like a beggar; therefore to beg will

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