Mertilla. But all this while we haue forgot
    Her Buskins, neighbours, haue we not?

      Claia. We had, for those I’le fit her now,
    They shall be of the Lady-Cow: 
    The dainty shell vpon her backe
    Of Crimson strew’d with spots of blacke;
    Which as she holds a stately pace,
    Her Leg will wonderfully grace. 100

      Cloris. But then for musicke of the best,
    This must be thought on for the Feast.

      Mertilla. The Nightingale of birds most choyce,
    To doe her best shall straine her voyce;
    And to this bird to make a Set,
    The Mauis, Merle, and Robinet;
    The Larke, the Lennet, and the Thrush,
    That make a Quier of euery Bush. 
    But for still musicke, we will keepe
    The Wren, and Titmouse, which to sleepe 110
    Shall sing the Bride, when shee’s alone
    The rest into their chambers gone. 
    And like those vpon Ropes that walke
    On Gossimer, from staulke to staulke,
    The tripping Fayry tricks shall play
    The euening of the wedding day.

      Claia. But for the Bride-bed, what were fit,
    That hath not beene talk’d of yet.

      Cloris. Of leaues of Roses white and red,
    Shall be the Couering of her bed:  120
    The Curtaines, Valence, Tester, all,
    Shall be the flower Imperiall,
    And for the Fringe, it all along
    With azure Harebels shall be hung: 
    Of Lillies shall the Pillowes be,
    With downe stuft of the Butterflee.

      Mertilla. Thus farre we handsomely haue gone,
    Now for our Prothalamion
    Or Marriage song of all the rest,
    A thing that much must grace our feast. 130
    Let vs practise then to sing it,
    Ere we before th’ assembly bring it: 
    We in Dialogues must doe it,
    The my dainty Girles set to it.

      Claia. This day must Tita_ marryed be,
    Come Nimphs this nuptiall let vs see._

      Mertilla. But is it certaine that ye say,
    Will she wed the Noble Faye?

      Cloris. Sprinckle the dainty flowers with dewes,
    Such as the Gods at Banquets vse:  140
    Let Hearbs and Weeds turne all to Roses,
    And make proud the posts with posies: 
    Shute your sweets into the ayre,
    Charge the morning to be fayre.

      Claia. } For our Tita_ is this day,
      Mertilla. } To be married to a Faye._

      Claia. By whom then shall our Bride be led
    To the Temple to be wed.

      Mertilla. Onely by your selfe and I,
    Who that roomth should else supply? 150