The award of Thyrsis seemed good to all, the two shepherds approved it and offered to do what Thyrsis bade them. But the shepherdesses and shepherds, who knew Lauso, were astonished to see his unfettered mind entangled in the net of love, for straightway they saw, from the paleness of his countenance, the silence of his tongue, and the contest he had had with Francenio, that his will was not as free as it was wont to be, and they went wondering among themselves who the shepherdess might be who had triumphed over his free heart. One thought it was the discreet Belisa, another that it was the gay Leandra, and some that it was the peerless Arminda, being moved to think this by Lauso's usual practice to visit the huts of these shepherdesses, and because each of them was likely by her grace, worth, and beauty, to subdue other hearts as free as that of Lauso, and it was many days ere they resolved this doubt, for the love-sick shepherd scarce trusted to himself the secret of his love. This being ended, straightway all the youth of the village renewed the dances, and the rustic instruments made pleasing music. But seeing that the sun was already hastening his course towards the setting, the concerted voices ceased, and all who were there determined to escort the bridal pair to their house. And the aged Arsindo, in order to fulfil what he had promised to Thyrsis, in the space there was between the square and Daranio's house, to the sound of Erastro's pipe went singing these verses: ARSINDO. Now let Heaven tokens show Of rejoicing and of mirth On so fortunate a day, 'Midst the joy of all below Let all peoples on the earth Celebrate this wedding gay. From to-day let all their mourning Into joyous song be turning, And in place of grief and pain Pleasures let the myriads gain, From their hearts all sorrow spurning. Let prosperity abound With the happy bridal-pair, Who were for each other made, On their elms may pears be found, In their oak-groves cherries rare, Sloes amid the myrtle glade, Pearls upon the rocky steep. May they grapes from mastic reap, Apples from the carob-tree. May their sheepfolds larger be, And no wolves attack their sheep.