Ful.

The Don's a generous Don.

Aur.

Marry,

Unfit to lose him.

Command doth limit us short time for revels,

We must be thrifty in them. None, I trust, Repines at these delights, they are free and harmless :

After distress at sea, the dangers o'er,

Safety and welcomes better taste ashore.

EPILOGUE.

THE Court's on rising; 'tis too late
To wish the lady in her fate
Of trial now more fortunate.
A verdict in the jury's breast,
Will be giv'n up anon at least,
Till then 'tis fit we hope the best.
Else if there can be any stay,
Next sitting without more delay,
We will expect a gentle day.

THE SUN'S DARLING.

A MORAL MASQUE.

BY JOHN FORD AND THOMAS DECKER.