Ferdinando.
As fits the time, so now well fits the place,
To cool affection with our words and looks,
If in our thoughts be semblant[399] sympathy.
Lucina.
My words, my looks, my thoughts, are all on thee:
Ferdinando is Lucina's only joy.
Ferdinando.
What pledge thereof?
Lucina.
An oath, a hand, a kiss.
Ferdinando.
O holy oath, fair hand, and sugar'd kiss!
O, never may Ferdinando lack such bliss!
But say, my dear, when shall the gates of heaven
Stand all wide open for celestial gods,
With gladsome looks to gaze at Hymen's robes?
When shall the graces or Lucina's hand
With rosy chaplets deck my golden tresses;
And Cupid bring me to thy nuptial bed,
Where thou in joy and pleasure must attend
A blissful war with me, thy chiefest friend?