And you, M^{rs}.  Bride, who look so prettily, with such a smirking countenance; be you merry, you are the Bride; yea the Bride that occasions all this tripping and dansing; now you shall have a husband too, a Protector, who will hug and imbrace you, and somtimes tumble and rumble you, and oftimes approach to you with a morning salutation, that will comfort the very cockles of your heart.  He will (if all falls out well) be your comforter, your company-keeper, your care-taker, your Gentleman-Usher; nay all what your heart wish for, or the Heavens grant unto you.  He’l be your Doctor to cure your palefac’dness, your pains in the reins of your back, and at your heart, and all other distempers whatsoever.  He will also wipe of all your tears with kisses; and you shall not dream of that thing in the night, but he’l let it be made for you by day.  And may not then your Bride-maids ask, why should not you be merry?

But alas you harmless Dove, that think you are going into Paradice; pray tell me, when you were going to sign the Contract of marriage, what was the reason that you alter’d so mightily, & that your hand shook so?  Verily, though I am no Astronomer, or caster of Figures; yet nevertheless me-thought it was none of the best signs; and that one might already begin to make a strange Prognostication from it; the events whereof would be more certain then any thing that Lilly or any other Almanack maker ever writ.  But we’l let that alone, for in a short time it will discover it self.

Therefore, Mistress Bride, make you merry, and since you have gotten your desire to be the Bride before any of your Bridemaids; it would be unreasonable that you should be troubled now with any other business.  And indeed here’s work enough for the ordering of things that you must trouble your head with; for the Brides Apparel must be made, and the Stufs, laces, lining, cuffs, and many other things are yet to be bought.  Well, who can see an end of all your business!  There’s one piece of stuf is too light, and another too dark; the third looks dull and hath no gloss.  And see here’s three or four daies gon, and little or nothing bought yet.

And the worst of all is, that whil’st you are thus busie in contriving, ordering and looking upon things, you are every moment hindered, & taken off from it, with a continual knocking at the dore to sollicite one to deliver all sorts of Comfits, another to deliver the ornaments for the Brides Garland, Flowers, &c, a third to be Cook, & Pastryman, & so many more, which come one after another thundering so at the door, that it is one bodies work to let them in, and carry their message to the Bride.

Oh, call the Bride, time will deceive us!  The Semstress, Gorget-maker, and Starcher, must be sent for, and the linnen must be bought & ordered for the Bridegrooms shirts, the Brides smocks, Cuffs, Bands; and handkerchifs; & do but see, the day is at an end again:  my brains are almost addle, and nothing goes forward:  For M^{rs}.  Smug said she would bring linnen, and M^{rs}.  Smooth laces, but neither of them both are yet come.  Run now men and maids as if the Devil were in you; and comfort your selves, that the Bride will reward you liberally for your pains.