FIRST ATTENDANT.
A-lack, a-lack-a-day, the woeful change!
This rude unfurnish'd tower for the fair mansion
Of great Rasinga! Evil was the hour
When those fell demons stopped us on our way.
BRIDE.
A noble wife already holds her state,
And here I shall have no divided pleasure.
FIRST ATTENDANT.
In love, in honour, or in riches share
Like portion with a youthful beauty? No!
She doth herself become the flatt'ring subject
Of her through whom the husband's favours flow;
And thereby doth increase her rival's power,
Her state and dignity.
Thou art a simple child, and hast no sense
Of happiness or honour. Woe the day
When those fell demons stopp'd our high career!
BRIDE.
Which has been shed in this untoward fray,
The day were one of joy and not of woe,
In my poor estimation.