Enter Harman Senior, Towerson, and Isabinda, Beamont, Collins, Van Herring. They seat themselves.
EPITHALAMIUM.
The day is come, I see it rise,
Betwixt the bride and bridegroom's eyes;
That golden day they wished so long,
Love picked it out amidst the throng;
He destined to himself this sun,
And took the reins, and drove him on;
In his own beams he drest him bright,
Yet bid him bring a better night.