_Cæl._ Tis done already, the Spirituall Court, Is breaking vp; all Offices discharg’d, |2245| My soule remooues from this weake standing house, Of fraile mortallity; Deare Father, blesse Me now and euer: Dearer Man, farewell, I ioyntly take my leaue of thee and life, Goe, tell the King thou hast a constant wife. |2250| _Ter._ I had a constant wife, Ile tell the King; Vntill the King--what dost thou smile? art thou A Father? _Sir quin._ Yea, smiles on my cheekes arise, To see how sweetly a true virgin dyes. |2255| _Enter_ Blunt, Crispinus, Fannius, Philocalia, Dicache, Petula, _lights before them_. _Cris._ Sir Walter Terrill, gallants are all ready? _Ter._ All ready. _Dem._ Well said, come, come, wher’s the Bride? |2260| _Ter._ She’s going to forbid the Banes agen. She’ll dye a maide: and see, she keeps her oath. _All the men._ Faire Cælestine! _Ladies._ The Bride! _Ter._ She that was faire, |2265| Whom I cal’d faire and Cælestine. _Omnes._ Dead! _Sir quin._ Dead, sh’s deathes Bride, he hath her maidenhead. _Cri._ Sir Walter Terrill. _Omnes._ Tell vs how. |2270| _Ter._ All cease, The subiect that we treate of now is _Peace_, If you demaund how: I can tell: if why, Aske the King that; he was the cause, not I. Let it suffice, she’s dead, she kept her vow, |2275| Aske the King why, and then Ile tell you how: Nay giue your Reuels life, tho she be gone, To Court with all your preparation; Leade on, and leade her on; if any aske The mistery, say death presents a maske, |2280| Ring peales of Musicke, you are Louers belles, The losse of one heauen, brings a thousand hels. _Exeunt._ _Enter an arm’d Sewer, after him the seruice of a Banquet: the King at another doore meetes them, they Exeunt._ _Kin._ Why so, euen thus the Mercury of Heauen, |2285| Vshers th’ ambrosiate banquet of the Gods, When a long traine of Angels in a ranke, Serue the first course, and bow their Christall knees, Before the Siluer table; where Ioues page Sweet Ganimed filles Nectar: when the Gods |2290| Drinke healthes to Kings, they pledge them; none but Kings Dare pledge the Gods; none but Gods drinke to Kings. Men of our house are we prepar’d? _Enter Seruants._ _Ser._ My Leige, |2295| All waite the presence of the Bride. _Kin._ The Bride? Yea, euery senceles thing, which she beholdes, Will looke on her agen, her eyes reflection, Will make the walles all eyes, with her perfection: |2300| Obserue me now, because of Maskes and Reuels, And many nuptiall ceremonies: Marke, This I create the Presence, heere the State, Our Kingdomes seate, shall sit in honours Pride, Like pleasures Queene, there will I place the Bride: |2305| Be gone, be speedy, let me see it done. _Exeunt._