Two jolly young husbands your favour shall share,
Gilly-flow'r, &c.
And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair,
As the dew, &c.
Queen. O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news,
Gilly-flow'r, &c.
What woman alive would such favours refuse?
While the dew, &c.
[Venus and Cupid re-ascend; the Queen goes off, and the King of the Antipodes follows, walking on his hands. Scene closes.