2236Gower. Now our sands are almost run,

2237More a little, and then dum.

2238This my last boone giue mee;

2239For such kindnesse must relieue mee:

2240That you aptly will suppose,

2241What pageantry, what feats, what showes,

2242What minstrelsie, and prettie din,

2243The Regent made in Metalin.

2244To greet the King, so he thriued,

2245That he is promisde to be wiued

2246To faire Marina, but in no wise,

2247Till he had done his sacrifice.

2248As Dian bad, whereto being bound,

2249The Interim pray, you all confound.

2250In fetherd briefenes sayles are fild,

2251And wishes fall out as they'r wild,

2252At Ephesus the Temple see,

2253Our King and all his companie.

2254That he can hither come so soone,

2255Is by your fancies thankfull doome.