st,
And our _Tita_ is the smallest._

Cloris. _Violins, strike vp aloud,
Ply the Gitterne, scowre the Crowd,
Let the nimble hand belabour
The whistling Pipe, and drumbling Taber: 190
To the full the Bagpipe racke,
Till the swelling leather cracke._

Mertilla. } _For our _Tita_ is this day,
Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

Claia. _But when to dyne she takes her seate
What shall be our _Tita's_ meate?_

Mertilla. _The Gods this Feast, as to begin,
Haue sent of their Ambrosia in._

Cloris. _Then serue we vp the strawes rich berry,
The Respas, and Elizian Cherry: 200
The virgin honey from the flowers
In Hibla, wrought in _Flora's_ bowers:
Full Bowles of Nectar, and no Girle
Carouse but in dissolued Pearle._

Mertilla. } _For our _Tita_ is this day,
Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

Claia. _But when night comes, and she must goe
To Bed, deare Nimphes what must we doe?_

Mertilla. _In the Posset must be brought,
And Poynts be from the Bridegroome caught._ 210

Cloris. _In Maskes, in Dances, and delight,
And reare Banquets spend the night:
Then about the Roome we ramble,
Scatter Nuts, and for them scramble:
Ouer Stooles, and Tables tumble,
Neuer thinke of noyse nor rumble._

Mertilla. } _For our _Tita_ is this day,
Claia. } Married to a noble Fay._

The ninth Nimphall

MVSES and NIMPHS.

_The Muses spend their lofty layes,
Vpon _Apollo_ and his prayse;
The Nimphs with Gems his Alter build,
This Nimphall is with _Phoebus_ fild._

A Temple of exceeding state,
The Nimphes and Muses rearing,
Which they to _Phoebus_ dedicate,
Elizium euer cheering:
These Muses, and those Nimphes contend
This Phane to _Phoebus_ offring,
Which side the other should transcend,
These praise, those prizes proffering,
And at this long appointed day,
Each one their largesse bringing, 10
Those nine faire Sisters led the way
Thus to _Apollo_ singing.

The Muses. _Thou youthfull God that guid'st the how