_Claia._ Why by her smalnesse you may finde, That she is of the Fayry kinde, And therefore apt to chuse her make Whence she did her begining take: Besides he 's deft and wondrous Ayrye, And of the noblest of the Fayry, 10 Chiefe of the Crickets of much fame, In Fayry a most ancient name. But to be briefe, 'tis cleerely done, The pretty wench is woo'd and wonne. _Cloris._ If this be so, let vs prouide The Ornaments to fit our Bryde. For they knowing she doth come From vs in _Elizium_, Queene _Mab_ will looke she should be drest In those attyres we thinke our best, 20 Therefore some curious things lets giue her, E'r to her Spouse we her deliuer. _Mertilla._ Ile haue a Iewell for her eare, (Which for my sake Ile haue her weare) 'T shall be a Dewdrop, and therein Of Cupids I will haue a twinne, Which strugling, with their wings shall break The Bubble, out of which shall leak, So sweet a liquor as shall moue Each thing that smels, to be in loue. 30 _Claia._ Beleeue me Gerle, this will be fine, And to this Pendant, then take mine; A Cup in fashion of a Fly, Of the Linxes piercing eye, Wherein there sticks a Sunny Ray Shot in through the cleerest day, Whose brightnesse _Venus_ selfe did moue, Therein to put her drinke of Loue, Which for more strength she did distill, The Limbeck was a _Phœnix_ quill, 40 At this Cups delicious brinke, A Fly approching but to drinke, Like Amber or some precious Gumme It transparant doth become. _Cloris._ For Iewels for her eares she's sped, But for a dressing for her head I thinke for her I haue a Tyer, That all Fayryes shall admyre, The yellowes in the full-blowne Rose, Which in the top it doth inclose 50 Like drops of gold Oare shall be hung; Vpon her Tresses, and among Those scattered seeds (the eye to please) The wings of the Cantharides: With some o' th' Raine-bow that doth raile Those Moons in, in the Peacocks taile: Whose dainty colours being mixt With th' other beauties, and so fixt, Her louely Tresses shall appeare, As though vpon a flame they were. 60 And to be sure she shall be gay, We'll take those feathers from the Iay; About her eyes in Circlets set, To be our _Tita's_ Coronet. _Mertilla._ Then dainty Girles I make no doubt, But we shall neatly send her out: But let's amongst our selues agree, Of what her wedding Gowne shall be.