If it were temperate: but testy years
Are most contemptible.

_Amint_. Good Sir forbear.

_Cal_. There is just such another as your self.

_Amint_. He will wrong you, or me, or any man,
And talk as if he had no life to lose
Since this our match: the King is coming in,
I would not for more wealth than I enjoy,
He should perceive you raging, he did hear
You were at difference now, which hastned him.

_Cal_. Make room there.

_Hoboyes play within_.

_Enter King, Evadne, Aspatia, Lords and Ladies_.

_King_. _Melantius_, thou art welcome, and my love
Is with thee still; but this is not a place
To brabble in; _Calianax_, joyn hands.

_Cal_. He shall not have my hand.

_King_. This is no time
To force you to't, I do love you both:
_Calianax_, you look well to your Office;
And you _Melantius_ are welcome home; begin the Mask.

_Mel_. Sister, I joy to see you, and your choice,
You lookt with my eyes when you took that man;
Be happy in him.

[_Recorders_.

_Evad_. O my dearest brother!
Your presence is more joyful than this day can be unto
me.

_The Mask_.

_Night rises in mists_.

_Nigh_. Our raign is come; for in the raging Sea
The Sun is drown'd, and with him fell the day:
Bright _Cinthia_ hear my voice, I am the Night
For whom thou bear'st about thy borrowed light;
Appear, no longer thy pale visage shrowd,
But strike thy silver horn through a cloud,
And send a beam upon my swarthy face,
By which I may discover all the place
And persons, and how many longing eyes
Are come to wait on our solemnities.

[_Enter Cinthia_.

How dull and black am I! I could not find
This beauty without thee, I am so blind;
Methinks they shew like to those Eastern streaks
That warn us hence before the morning breaks;
Back my pale servant, for these