With solemn and preliminary dance,
Epithalamium and sacrifice,
Invoking Hymen’s blessing. So Madrid,
Breathing new Christian life in Pagan pomp,
With such epithalamium as all Spain
Raised up to Heaven, into sweet thunder tun’d
Beyond all science by a people’s love,
Began her pageant. First, the nightly masque,
So fair as I have never seen the like,
Nor shall again; nor which, unless you draw