Upon a lively, busy, pleasant town;
All he beheld were there alert, alive,
The busiest bees that ever stock’d a hive:
A pair were married, and the bells aloud
Proclaim’d their joy, and joyful seem’d the crowd;
And now, proceeding on his way, he spied,
Bound by strong ties, the bridegroom and the bride,
Each by some friends attended, near they drew,
And spleen beheld them with prophetic view.
“Married! nay mad!” Orlando cried in scorn;