The day will come too soon;
Young Maids will curse thee if thou steal'st away,
And leav'st their blushes open to the day.
Stay, stay, and hide the blushes of the Bride.
Stay gentle night, and with thy darkness cover
The kisses of her Lover.
Stay, and confound her tears, and her shrill cryings,
Her weak denials, vows, and often dyings;
Stay and hide all, but help not though she
call_.

_Nep_. Great Queen of us and Heaven,
Hear what I bring to make this hour a full one,
If not her measure.

_Cinth_. Speak Seas King.

_Nep_. Thy tunes my _Amphitrite_ joyes to have,
When they will dance upon the rising wave,
And court me as the sails, my _Trytons_ play
Musick to lead a storm, I'le lead the way.

Song. Measure.

_To bed, to bed; come Hymen, lead the Bride,
And lay her by her Husbands side:
Bring in the Virgins every one
That grieve to lie alone:
That they may kiss while they may say, a maid,
To morrow 'twill be other, kist and said: