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11 These are our Musick: Next, thy watry Race Bring on in Couples; we are pleas'd to grace This noble Night, each in their richest things Your own Deeps or the broken Vessel, brings, Be prodigal, and I shall be as kind, And shine at full upon you.

Nept.Ho the Wind! Commanding Eolus!

Eol. Great Neptune!

Nept. He.

Eol. What is thy will?

Nept. We do command thee free Favonius, and thy milder Winds, to wait Upon our CInthia; but tie Boreas straight; He's too rebellious.

Eol.I shall do it.

Nept.Do, great Master of the Flood, and all below, Thy full command has taken.

Eol.Ho! the Main! Neptune!

Nept.Here.

Eol.Boreas has broke his Chain, And struggling with the rest, has got way.

Nept.Let him alone, I'll take him up at Sea; He will not long be thence; go once again, And call out of the bottoms of the Main, Blue Proteus, and the rest; charge them put on Their greatest Pearls, and the most sparkling Stone The beaten Rock breeds, 'till this Night is done By me a solemn honour to the Moon; Fly, like a full sail.

Eol.I am gone.

Cinth.Dark Night, Strike a full Silence, do a thorough right To this great Chorus, that our MusicK may Touch high as Heav'n, and make the East break Day At Mid-night.

Cynthia to thy power and thee, 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.

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