Gerismond, seeing his daughter, rose from his seat and fell upon her neck, uttering the passions of his joy in watery plaints, driven into such an ecstasy of content, that he could not utter one word.  At this sight, if Rosader was both amazed and joyful, I refer myself to the judgment of such as have experience in love, seeing his Rosalynde before his face whom so long and deeply he had affected.  At last Gerismond recovered his spirits, and in most fatherly terms entertained his daughter Rosalynde, after many questions demanding of her what had passed between her and Rosader?

“So much, sir,” quoth she, “as there wants nothing but your grace to make up the marriage.”

“Why, then,” quoth Gerismond, “Rosader take her:  she is thine, and let this day solemnize both thy brother’s and thy nuptials.”  Rosader beyond measure content, humbly thanked the king, and embraced his Rosalynde, who turning to Phoebe, demanded if she had shown sufficient reason to suppress the force of her loves.

“Yea,” quoth Phoebe, “and so great a persuasive, that if it please you, madame, and Aliena to give us leave, Montanus and I will make this day the third couple in marriage.”

She had no sooner spake this word, but Montanus threw away his garland of willow, his bottle, where was painted despair, and cast his sonnets in the fire, showing himself as frolic as Paris when he handselled[1] his love with Helena.  At this Gerismond and the rest smiled, and concluded that Montanus and Phoebe should keep their wedding with the two brethren.  Aliena seeing Saladyne stand in a dump,[2] to wake him from his dream began thus: 

[Footnote 1:  began.]

[Footnote 2:  revery.]

“Why how now, my Saladyne, all amort?[1] what melancholy, man, at the day of marriage?  Perchance thou art sorrowful to think on thy brother’s high fortunes, and thine own base desires to choose so mean a shepherdess.  Cheer up thy heart, man; for this day thou shalt be married to the daughter of a king; for know, Saladyne, I am not Aliena, but Alinda, the daughter of thy mortal enemy Torismond.”

[Footnote 1:  dead.]

At this all the company was amazed, especially Gerismond, who rising up, took Alinda in his arms, and said to Rosalynde:  “Is this that fair Alinda famous for so many virtues, that forsook her father’s court to live with thee exiled in the country?”

“The same,” quoth Rosalynde.

“Then,” quoth Gerismond, turning to Saladyne, “jolly forester be frolic, for thy fortunes are great, and thy desires excellent; thou hast got a princess as famous for her perfection, as exceeding in proportion.”

“And she hath with her beauty won,” quoth Saladyne, “an humble servant, as full of faith as she of amiable favor.”