_Iris. Hermes_, so it may be done Meerly in honor of the State, and th[e]se That now have prov'd it; not to satisfy The lust of _Jupiter_, in having thanks More than his _Juno_; if thy Snaky rod Have power to search the Heaven, or sound the Sea, Or call together all the ends of earth, To bring [in] any thing that may do grace To us, and these, do it, we shall be pleas'd. _Merc._ Then know that from the mouth of _Jove_ himself, Whose words have wings, and need not to be born, I took a message, and I b[a]re it through A thousand yielding clouds, and never staid Till his high Will was done: the _Olympian_ games, Which long ha[ve] slept, at these wish'd Nuptials, He pleas'd to have renew'd, and all his Knights Are gather'd hither, who within their Tents Rest on this hill, upon whose rising head [_The Altar is discovered with the Pri[e]sts about it, and the Statues under it, and the Knights lying in their Tents on each side, near the top of the hill._ Behold _Jove's_ Altar, and his blessed Priests Moving about it; come you Holy men, And with your voices draw these youths along, That till _Jove's_ Musick call them to their games. Their active sports may give a blest content To those, for whom they are again begun. The first Song, when the Priests descend, and the Knights follow them. _Shake off your heavy trance,_ _and leap into a dance,_ _Such as no mortals use to tread,_ _fit only for_ Apollo _To play to, for the Moon to lead,_ _And all the Stars to follow_. The second Song at the end of the first Dance. _On blessed youths, for_ Jove _doth pause,_ _Laying aside his graver Laws_ _For this device:_ _And at the wedding such a pair,_ _Each dance is taken for a prayer,_ _Each Song a Sacrifice._ The third Song, after their many Dances, when they are to take out the Ladies. Single. _More pleasing were these sweet delights,_ _If Ladies mov'd as well as Knights_; _Run every one of you and catch_ _A Nymph, in honor of his match;_ _And whisper boldly in her ear,_ Jove _will but laugh, if you forswear._ All. _And this days sins he doth resolve,_ _That we his Priests should all absolve._ The fourth Song, when they have parted with the Ladies, a shrill Musick sounds, supposed to be that which calls them to the Olympian games, at which they all make a seeming preparation to depart.