Dor. Musick, gently creep
Into their ears, and fright hence lazy sleep.
Morpheus, command thy servant sleep
In leaden chains no longer keep
This Prince and Lady: Rise, wake, rise,
And round about convey your eyes:
Rise Prince, go greet thy Father and thy Mother;
Rise thou, t'imbrace thy Husband and thy Brother.
Duke Cor. Son, Daughter.
Ferd. Father, Mother, Brother.
Ger. Wife.
Viol. Are we not all in Heaven?
Ger. Faith, very near it.
Ferd. How can this be?
Duke. Hear it.
Dor. If I had serv'd you right, I should have seen
Your old pate off, e'r I had reveald.
Ben. Oh wench!
Oh honest wench! if my wife die, I'll marry thee:
There's my reward.