_Amu._ [_aside_]. Now, Amurack, advise thee what thou say'st; Bethink thee well what answer thou wilt make: Thy life and death dependeth on thy words. If thou deny to be Alphonsus' sire, Death is thy share; but if that thou consent, Thy life is sav'd. Consent! nay, rather die: Should I consent to give Iphigena Into the hands of such a beggar's brat? What, Amurack, thou dost deceive thyself; Alphonsus is the son unto a king: What then? then worthy of thy daughter's love. She is agreed, and Fausta is content; Then Amurack will not be discontent. [_Takes_ IPHIGENA _by the hand, and gives her to_ ALPHONSUS. Here, brave Alphonsus, take thou at my hand Iphigena, I give her unto thee; And for her dowry, when her father dies, Thou shalt possess the Turkish empery. Take her, I say, and live King Nestor's years: So would the Turk and all his noble peers. _Alphon._ Immortal thanks I give unto your grace. _Cari._ Now, worthy princes, since, by help of Jove, On either side the wedding is decreed, Come, let us wend to Naples speedily For to solémnise it with mirth and glee. _Amu._ As you do will, we jointly do agree. [_Exeunt omnes._ EPILOGUE _Enter_ VENUS _with the_ Muses. _Venus._ Now, worthy Muses, with unwilling mind Venus is forc'd to trudge to heaven again, For Jupiter, that god of peerless power, Proclaimed hath a solemn festival In honour of Dame Danaë's luckless death; Unto the which, in pain of his displeasure, He hath invited all the immortal gods And goddesses, so that I must be there, Unless I will his high displeasure bear. You see Alphonsus hath, with much ado, At length obtained fair Iphigena, Of Amurack her father, for his wife; Who now are going to the temple wards, For to perform Dame Juno's sacred rites; Where we will leave them, till the feast be done, Which, in the heavens, by this time is begun. Meantime, dear Muses, wander you not far Forth of the path of high Parnassus' hill, That, when I come to finish up his life,[55] You may be ready for to succour me: Adieu, dear dames; farewell, Calliope. _Cal._ Adieu, you sacred goddess of the sky. [_Exit_ VENUS; _or, if you can conveniently, let a chair come down from the top of the stage, and draw her up._ Well, loving sisters, since that she is gone, Come, let us haste unto Parnassus' hill, As Cytherea did lately will. _Melpom._ Then make you haste her mind for to fulfil. [_Exeunt omnes, playing on their instruments._ A LOOKING-GLASS FOR LONDON AND ENGLAND