If, of free-will, one, offering in his stead,
Rendered the debt. So passed she to the dead:
But comes again upraised. Therefore, ’tis meet
That they which mourned should dance, and mouths make sweet
Music about this chamber, decked and dight
For fruitful wedlock: whereto I bring light,
And warmth, and blessing. So may surer bliss,
And through long years, attend the marriage kiss,
Which here now is to be.
(Exit Hymen. Enter Chorus of Women.)