Lici. O fear her not! she'l serve him in his kind.
Meli. See how Discourse upon the Time does prey, Those hours pass swiftest, that we talk away. Declining Sol forsaken hath the Fields, And Mountains highest Summits only gildes: Which warns us home-wards with our Flocks to make.
Alci. Along with thee our Thanks and Praises take.
Aste. In which our Hearts do all in One unite.
Lici. Our Wishes too, That on thy Head may light, What e're the Gods as their Best Gifts bestow.
Meli. Kind Nymphs on you may Equal Blessings flow.