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(80) Nought she hears us: her innocent
85 Eyes do weep to be going.
Weep not, lady; for envious
Tongue no lovelier owneth, Au-
Runculeia; nor any more
(85) Fair saw rosily bright the dawn
90 Leave his chamber in Ocean.
Such in many a flowering
Garden, trimm'd for a lord's delight,
Stands some delicate hyacinth.
(90) Yet you tarry. The day declines.
95 Forth, fair bride, to the people.
Forth, fair bride, to the people, if
So it likes you, a-listening
Words that please us. O eye ye yon
(95) Torches ruddily flickering?
100 Forth, fair bride, to the people.
Husband never of yours shall haunt
Stained wanton, a mutinous
Fancy shamefully following,
(100) Tire not ever, or e'er from your
105 Dainty bosom unyoke him.
He more lithe than a vine amid
Trees, that, mazily folded, it
Clasps and closes, in amorous
(105) Arms shall close thee. The day declines.
110 Forth, fair bride, to the people.
Couch of pleasure, O odorous
Couch, whose gorgeous apparellings,
Silver-purple, on Indian
Woods do rest them; adown the bright
115 Feet in ivory glisten;
When thy lord in his hour attains,
(110) What large extasy, while the night
Fleets, or noon the meridian
Passes thoro'. The day declines.
120 Forth, fair bride, to the people.
Lift the torches aloft in air,
(115) Boys: the fiery veil is here.
Come, to measure your hymn rehearse.
Hymen, O Hymenaeus, O
125 Hymen, O Hymenaeus.
Nor withhold ye the countryman's
(120) Ribald raillery Fescenine.
Nor if happily boys declare
Thy dominion attaint, refuse,
130 Youth, the nuts to be flinging.