While dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting,
Good spels the Fates shall breath, al envy daunting,
Kind eares with Joy enchaunting, chaunting.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

Like lookes, like hearts, like loves are linck't together:
So must the Fates be pleas'd, so come they hether,
To make this Joy persever ever.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

Love decks the spring, her buds to th' ayre exposing:
Such fire here in these bridall Breasts reposing
We leave with charmes enclosing, closing.
CHORUS.
Io, Io Hymen .

The Maskers second Daunce .
The fourth Song, a Dialogue of three, with a Chorus
after the second Daunce .