Enter the Maskers, Fancy, Desire, Delight, Hope, Fear, Distrust, Jealousie, Care, Ire, Despair, they dance, after which Cupid speaks.
Cup. Away, I have done, the day begins to light,
Lovers, you know your fate, good night, good night.
Cupid and the Graces ascend in the Chariot.
King. Come to the Banquet, when that's ended Sir,
I'le see you i' bed, and so good night; be merry,
You have a sweet bed-fellow.
Val. I thank your Grace,
And ever shall be bound unto your nobleness.
King. I pray I may deserve your thanks, set forward.
[Exeunt.
[Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.]
Enter divers Monks, Alphonso going to the Tomb, Rugio, and Frier Marco, discover the Tomb and a Chair.
Mar. The night grows on, lead softly to the Tomb,
And sing not till I bid ye; let the Musick
Play gently as he passes.