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ANd thou
great Iuno, which with awful might
the lawes of
wedlock still dost patronize,
And the religion of
the faith first plight
With sacred rites hast taught
to solemnize:
and eeke for comfort often called art
Of women in their smart,
Eternally bind thou
this louely band,
And all thy blessings vnto vs
impart.
And thou glad Genius, in whose gentle hand,
The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine,
Without blemish or staine.
And the sweet pleasures
of theyr loues delight
With secret ayde doest
succour and supply,
Till they bring forth the
fruitfull progeny,
Send vs the timely fruit of this
same night.
And thou fayre Hebe, and thou Hymen
free,
Grant that it may so be.
Til which we
cease your further prayse to sing,
Ne any woods shal
answer, nor your Eccho ring.
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