Ped. Every minute thus be seen,
Both. And thousand honours Crown the Queen. [Musick.
Enter Alphonso, Curio, Seberto.
Seb. Come to the Altar: let us do our duties.
Alph. I have almost forgot a Church.
Alph. For my lost wits (let me see)
First I pray: and secondly
To be at home again, and free,
And if I travel more, hang me.
For the King, and for the Queen,
That they may be wise, and seen
Never in the Mad-mans Inne.
For my Daughter, I would pray
But she has made a holy-day,
And needs not my devotion now
Let her take her own course, Heaven,
Whether it be odd, or even, [Musick.
Enter Alinda, and Juletta, like Shepheards.
And if that please not, take her you.
Seb. A short, and sweet Meditation: what are these here?