_Eol_. _Boreas_ has broke his chain, And struggling with the rest, has got away. _Nep_. Let him alone, I'le take him up at sea; He will not long be thence; go once again And call out of the bottoms of the Main, Blew _Proteus_, and the rest; charge them put on Their greatest pearls, and the most sparkling stone The bearing Rock breeds, till this night is done By me a solemn honour to the Moon; Flie like a full sail. _Eol_. I am gone. _Cin_. Dark night, Strike a full silence, do a thorow right To this great _Chorus_, that our Musick may Touch high as heaven, and make the East break day At mid-[n]ight. [_Musick_. SONG. Cinthia _to thy power, and them we obey. Joy to this great company, and no day Come to steal this night away, Till the rites of love are ended, And the lusty Bridegroom say, Welcome light of all befriended. Pace out you watry powers below, let your feet Like the Gallies when they row, even beat_. _Let your unknown measures set To the still winds, tell to all That Gods are come immortal great, To honour this great Nuptial_. The Measure. Second Song. _Hold back thy hours dark night, till we have done, The day will come too soon; Young Maids will curse thee if thou steal'st away, And leav'st their blushes open to the day. Stay, stay, and hide the blushes of the Bride. Stay gentle night, and with thy darkness cover The kisses of her Lover. Stay, and confound her tears, and her shrill cryings, Her weak denials, vows, and often dyings; Stay and hide all, but help not though she call_. _Nep_. Great Queen of us and Heaven, Hear what I bring to make this hour a full one, If not her measure. _Cinth_. Speak Seas King. _Nep_. Thy tunes my _Amphitrite_ joyes to have, When they will dance upon the rising wave, And court me as the sails, my _Trytons_ play Musick to lead a storm, I'le lead the way. Song. Measure.