The tripping fairy tricks shall play Claia. But for the bride-bed what were fit? That hath not been talk'd of yet. Cloris. Of leaves of roses white and red Shall be the covering of her bed; The curtains, valance, tester, all With down stuft of the butterflee. Mert. Thus far we handsomely have gone, Now for our prothalamion Or marriage song, of all the rest A thing that much must grace our feast. Ere we before th'assembly bring it Claia. This day must Tita married be Cloris. Sprinkle the dainty flowers with dews, Such as the Gods at banquets use : Let herbs and weeds turn all to roses, And make proud the posts with posies. :} Claia. For our Tita is this day Claia. By whom then shall our bride be led To the temple to be wed? Mert. Only by yourself and I; Who that room should else supply? f Cloris. Come, bright girls, come all together,1 Ye most brave and buxom bevy, Come in majesty and state, Mert. } For our Tita is this day Claia. Whose lot will't be the way to strew Cloris. Summon all the sweets that are, Till with their throngs themselves they smother, And at last they all consume, And vanish in one rich perfume. Mert. } For our Tita is this day Mert. By whom must Tita married be? Claia. The priest he purposely doth come, Cloris. With tapers let the temples shine, Load the altars, till there rise 1 Altogether in the original, a common way of printing the phrase in old works. Mert. But coming back when she is wed, Cloris. Violins, strike up aloud, The whistling pipe and drumbling tabor : Till the swelling leather crack. Mert. For our Tita is this day Claia. Married to a noble fay. Claia. But when to dine she takes her seat, What shall be our Tita's meat? Mert. The gods this feast as to begin, Have sent of their ambrosia in. Cloris. Then serve we up the straw's rich berry, The respas, and Elizian cherry ; The virgin honey from the flowers Mert. For our Tita is this day Claia. But when night comes and she must go 2 And points be from the bridegroom caught. Cloris. In masques, in dances, and delight, And rear-banquets, pass the night; 'Then about the room we ramble, Scatter nuts, and for them scramble, 1 This curious custom is alluded to in Brand's Popular Antiquities. 2 The points or tags that were used to hold the dress. Over stools and tables tumble, [From Lane's "Triton's Trumpet," a MS. in the British Museum, Bib. Reg. 17 B. xv.] ROM Faerie Lande, I com, quoth Danus now, FROM Ha! that, quoth June, mee never chauncd to knowe, Ne could or nould thigh poet Spencer tell, (So farr as mote my witt this ridle spell) Though none that breatheth livinge aier doth knowe, Which I so oft doe vaunt yet no wheare showe, No marveile that, quoth Danus mirrelie, Which Faeries with a trice doe snatch up hence, |