I'll have no husband, if you be not he:
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. HYMEN Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
'Tis I must make conclusion Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands To join in Hymen's bands, If truth holds true contents.
You and you no cross shall part:
You and you are heart in heart You to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord:
You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, Feed yourselves with questioning;That reason wonder may diminish, How thus we met, and these things finish.
SONG.
Wedding is great Juno's crown:
O blessed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown, To Hymen, god of every town! DUKE SENIOR O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree. PHEBE I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter JAQUES DE BOYS JAQUES DE BOYS Let me have audience for a word or two:
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot, In his own conduct, purposely to take His brother here and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;Where meeting with an old religious man, After some question with him, was converted Both from his enterprise and from the world, His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, And all their lands restored to them again That were with him exiled. This to be true, I do engage my life. DUKE SENIOR Welcome, young man;Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: