_Din._ This proud, ingratefull she, is married to
Lame _Champernel_.

_Cler._ I know him, he has been
As tall a Sea-man, and has thriv'd as well by't,
The loss of a legg and an arm deducted, as any
That ever put from _Marseilles_: you are tame,
Pl---- on't, it mads me; if it were my case,
I should kill all the family.

_Din._ Yet but now
You did preach patience.

_Cler._ I then came from confession,
And 'twas enjoyn'd me three hours for a penance,
To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one,
But now, all else being pardon'd, I begin
On a new Tally, Foot do any thing,
I'le second you.

_Din._ I would not willingly
Make red, my yet white conscience, yet I purpose
In the open street, as they come from the Temple,
(For this way they must pass,) to speak my wrongs,
And do it boldly. [_Musick playes._

_Cler._ Were thy tongue a Cannon,
I would stand by thee, boy, they come, upon 'em.

_Din._ Observe a little first.

_Cler._ This is fine fidling.

_Enter_ Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, _Nurse_, Beaupre,
Verdone. _An Epithalamium._

SONG at the Wedding.

_Come away, bring on the Bride
And place her by her Lovers side:
You fair troop of Maids attend her,
Pure and holy thoughts befriend her.
Blush, and wish, you Virgins all,
Many such fair nights may fall._

Chorus.

_Hymen, fill the house with joy,
All thy sacred fires employ:
Bless the Bed with holy love,
Now fair orb of Beauty move._

_Din._ Stand by, for I'le be heard.

_Verta._ This is strange rudeness.

_Din._ 'Tis courtship, ballanced with injuries,
You all look pale with guilt, but I will dy
Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear'd veins
There yet remain so much of honest blood
To make the colour; first to ye my Lord,
The Father of this Bride, whom you have sent
Alive into her grave.

_Champ._ How? to her grave?

_Dina._ Be patient Sir, I'le speak of you anon
You that allow'd me liberal access,
To make my way with service, and approv'd of
My birth, my person, years, and no base fortune:
You that are rich, and but in this held wise too,
That as a Father should have look'd upon
Your Daughter in a husband, and aim'd more
At what her youth, and heat of blood requir'd
In lawfull pleasures, than the parting from
Your Crowns to pay her dowr: you that already
Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit,
As if you were assur'd to live here ever;
What poor e