Mylitta. You will dream.
Garla. If dreams
Were men, what maid would go unwed? Not you,
Mylitta.
Myrana. Come, our song! 'Tis time!
Eudora. Come, all!
[They sing by Ardia's door]
Mornings seven have we been Wardens at thy door; Now thy lord shall enter in, And we come no more.
Mornings seven have we strewn Lilies at thy door; Now the virgin watch is done, And we come no more.
Mornings seven have we sung At thy maiden door; Now the seventh morn is rung, And we come no more.
[Door opens and Ardia comes out. Gaina follows]
Ard. A kiss to all! Who's happier here than I
Shall have my place.