Flash. All here sir.
Enter Terill, Sir Adam, Sir Vaughan, Celestine, Mineuer and other Ladies and attendants with lights.
Teri. God morrow Ladies and fayre troopes of gallants, that haue depos’d the drowzy King of sleep, to Crowne our traine with your rich presences, I salute you all;
Each one share thanks from thanks in generall.
Cris. God morrow M. Bride-groome, mistris Bride.
Omnes. God morrow M. Bride-groome.
Ter. Gallants I shal intreate you to prepare,
For Maskes and Reuels to defeate the night,
Our Soueraigne will in person grace our marriage.
Sir quin. What will the king be heer?
Ter. Father he will.
Sir quin. Where be these knaues? More Rose-mary and gloues, gloues, gloues: choose Gentlemen; Ladyes put on soft skins vpon the skin of softer hands; so, so: come mistris Bride take you your place, the olde men first, and then the Batchelors; Maydes with the Bride, Widdows and wiues together, the priest’s at Church, tis time that we march thether.
Ter. Deare Blunt at our returne from Church, take paines to step to Horace, for our nuptiall songs; now Father when you please.