Al. Pray what Sort of a Marriage is it?
Mu. A holy, undefiled, and chaste Marriage, such a one as Pallas herself need not be asham'd to be at: Nay, more than that, we believe she will be at it.
Al. Mayn't a Body know the Bride and Bridegroom's Name?
Mu. We believe you must needs know that most courteous and accomplish'd Youth in all Kinds of polite Learning, Peter Ægidius.
Al. You have named an Angel, not a Man.
Mu. The pretty Maid Cornelia, a fit Match for Apollo himself, is going to be married to Ægidius.
Al. Indeed he has been a great Admirer of you, even from his Infancy.
Mu. We are going to sing him an Epithalamium.
Al. What, and will the Graces dance too?
Mu. They will not only dance, but they will also unite those two true Lovers, with the indissoluble Ties of mutual Affection, that no Difference or Jarring shall ever happen between 'em. She shall never hear any Thing from him, but my Life; nor he from her, but my Soul: Nay: and even old Age itself, shall be so far from diminishing that, that it shall increase the Pleasure.