Dion. Kneel here, my wife.
[Aratea kneels at Dion's side]
And you,
Aristocles, come close to me.
[Aristocles kneels on the other side of Dion]
Two faces
Where more of heaven is writ than I have seen
In all the world beside. Ay, ye will pair
Like twin divinities, and haply by
The sweet conjunction of your beauteous stars