Claia. Whose lot wilt be the way to strow
160On which to Church our Bride must goe?
Mertilla. That I think as fit'st of all,
To liuely Lelipa will fall.
Cloris. Summon all the sweets that are,
To this nuptiall to repayre;
Till with their throngs themselues they smother,
Strongly styfling one another;
And at last they all consume,
And vanish in one rich perfume.
Mertilla. } For our Tita is this day,
170Claia. } Married to a noble Faye.
Mertilla. By whom must Tita married be,
'Tis fit we all to that should see?
Claia. The Priest he purposely doth come,
Th' Arch Flamyne of Elizium.
Cloris. With Tapers let the Temples shine,
Sing to Himen, Hymnes diuine:
Load the Altars till there rise
Clouds from the burnt sacrifice;
With your Sensors fling aloofe
180Their smels, till they ascend the Roofe.
Mertilla. } For our Tita is this day,
Claia. } Married to a noble Fay.
Mertilla. But comming backe when she is wed,
Who breakes the Cake aboue her head.
Claia. That shall Mertilla, for shee's tallest,
And our Tita is the smallest.