Flie like a full sail.

_Eol_. I am gone.

_Cin_. Dark night,
Strike a full silence, do a thorow right
To this great _Chorus_, that our Musick may
Touch high as heaven, and make the East break day
At mid-[n]ight.

[_Musick_.

SONG.
Cinthia _to thy power, and them we obey.
Joy to this great company, and no day
Come to steal this night away,
Till the rites of love are ended,
And the lusty Bridegroom say,
Welcome light of all befriended.
Pace out you watry powers below, let your feet
Like the Gallies when they row, even beat_.
_Let your unknown measures set
To the still winds, tell to all
That Gods are come immortal great,
To honour this great Nuptial_.

The Measure. Second Song.


_Hold back thy hours dark night, till we have done,