_King_. This is no time
To force you to't, I do love you both:
_Calianax_, you look well to your Office;
And you _Melantius_ are welcome home; begin the Mask.

_Mel_. Sister, I joy to see you, and your choice,
You lookt with my eyes when you took that man;
Be happy in him.

[_Recorders_.

_Evad_. O my dearest brother!
Your presence is more joyful than this day can be unto
me.

_The Mask_.

_Night rises in mists_.

_Nigh_. Our raign is come; for in the raging Sea
The Sun is drown'd, and with him fell the day:
Bright _Cinthia_ hear my voice, I am the Night
For whom thou bear'st about thy borrowed light;
Appear, no longer thy pale visage shrowd,
But strike thy silver horn through a cloud,
And send a beam upon my swarthy face,
By which I may discover all the place
And persons, and how many longing eyes
Are come to wait on our solemnities.