Every one commended the Queenes appointment, allowing it to rellish of good wit and judgement; and being all risen, fell to such exercises as they pleased. The Ladies made Nosegaies and Chaplets of Flowers, the men played on their Instruments, singing divers sweete Ditties to them, and thus were busied untill Supper time. Which beeing come, and they supping about the beautifull Fountains: after Supper, they fell to singing and dauncing. In the end, the Queene, to imitate the order of her predecessors, commanded _Pamphilus_, that notwithstanding all the excellent songs formerly sung: he should now sing one, whereunto dutifully obeying, thus he began. THE SONG. The Chorus sung by all. _Love, I found such felicitie, And joy, in thy captivitie: As I before did never prove, And thought me happy, being in Love._ _Comfort abounding in my hart, Joy and Delight In soule and spright I did possesse in every part; O Soveraigne Love by thee. Thy Sacred fires, Fed my desires, And still aspires, Thy happy thrall to bee. Love, I found such felicity, &c._ _My Song wants power to relate, The sweets of minde Which I did finde In that most blissefull state, O Soveraigne Love by thee. No sad despaire, Or killing care Could me prepare; Still thou didst comfort me. Love, I found such felicity, &c._ _I hate all such as do complaine, Blaspheming thee With Cruelty, And sleights of coy disdaine. O Soveraigne Love, to mee Thou hast bene kinde: If others finde. Thee worse inclinde, Yet I will honour thee._ _LOVE, I found such felicitie, And joy in thy Captivitie: As I before did never prove, But thought me happie, being in Love._ Thus the Song of _Pamphilus_ ended, whereto all the rest (as a Chorus) answered with their Voyces, yet every one particularly (according as they felt their Love-sicke passions) made a curious construction thereof, perhaps more then they needed, yet not Divining what _Pamphilus_ intended. And although they were transported with variety of imaginations; yet none of them could arrive** at his true meaning indeed. Wherefore the Queene, perceiving the Song to be fully ended, and the Ladies, as also the young Gentlemen, willing to go take their rest: she commaunded them severally to their Chambers. _The End of the Eight Day._ THE NINTH DAY. _Whereon, under the Government of Madame_ ÆMILLIA, _the Argument of each severall Discourse, is not limitted to any one peculiar subject: but every one remaineth at liberty, to speak of whatsoever themselves best pleaseth._ The Induction.