Hub. Violent streames
Must not bee stopt by violence; there's an art
To meete and put by the most boysterous wave;
'Tis now no policy for you to murmure
Nor will I threaten. A great counsell by you
Shall straight be cal'd to set this frame in order
Of this great state.
Omnes. To that we all are willing.
Hub. Are you then willing this noble maid Shall be my Queene?
Omnes. With all our hearts.
Hub. By no hand but by thine will we be crown'd: Come, my Bellina.
Bellina. Your vow is past to me that I should ever Preserve my virgin honour, that you would never Tempt me unto your bed.
Hub. That vow I keepe:
I vow'd so long as my knees bow'd to Iove
To let you be your selfe; but, excellent Lady,
I now am seal'd a Christian as you are:
And you have sworne oft that, when upon my forehead
That glorious starre was stucke, you would be mine
In holy wedlocke. Come, sweete, you and I
Shall from our loynes produce a race of Kings,
And ploughing up false gods set up one true;
Christians unborne crowning both me and you
With praise as now with gold.
Bellina. A fortunate day; A great power prompts me on and I obey.
(Flourish)
Omnes. Long live Hubert and Bellina, King and Queene Of Goths and Vandals.