_Nigh_. Oh! I could frown
To see the day, the day that flings his light
Upon my Kingdoms, and contemns old Night;
Let him go on and flame, I hope to see
Another wild-fire in his Axletree;
And all false drencht; but I forgot, speak Queen.
The day grows on I must no more be seen.

_Cin_. Heave up thy drowsie head agen, and see
A greater light, a greater Majestie,
Between our sect and us; whip up thy team;
The day breaks here, and you some flashing stream
Shot from the South; say, which way wilt thou go?

_Nigh_. I'le vanish into mists.
[_Exeunt_.

_Cin_. I into day. _[Finis Mask_.

_King_. Take lights there Ladies, get the Bride to bed;
We will not see you laid, good night _Amintor,_
We'l ease you of that tedious ceremony;
Were it [my] case, I should think time run slow.
If thou beest noble, youth, get me a boy,
That may defend my Kingdom from my foes.

_Amin_. All happiness to you.

_King_. Good night _Melantius_.