The Knights by this time are all descended and fallen into their place, and then daunce their first Measure.
The second Song.
On blessed youthes, for Jove doth pause
Laying aside his graver lawes
For this device,
And at the wedding such a paire,
Each daunce is taken for a praier,
Each song a sacrifice.
The Knights daunce their second Measure.
The third Song.
Single.
More pleasing were these sweet delights,
If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights;
Runne ev'ry one of you and catch
A Nymph in honor of this match;
And whisper boldly in her eare,
Jove will but laugh, if you forsweare.
All.
And this dayes sinnes he doth resolve
That we his Priests should all absolve.