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27.
Who hither by the Moons imperfect light
 Came and return'd, without the help of day,
To tell me he has Orna's Virgin plight,
 And that their Nuptials for my presence stay.

28.
Orgo reply'd, though that a triumph be
 Where all false Lovers are, like savage Kings,
Led Captive after Love's great Victorie,
 It does but promise what your triumph brings.

29.
It was the Eve to this your Holy-day,
 And now Verona Mistress does appear
Of Lombardy; and all the Flow'rs which May
 Ere wore, does as the Countrie's favours wear.

30.
The wearie Eccho from the Hills makes hastes
 Vex'd that the Bells still calls for her replies
When they so many are, and ring so fast;
 Yet oft are silenc'd by the Peoples cries:

31.
Who send to Heav'n the name of Rhodalind,
 And then Duke Gondibert as high they raise,
To both with all their publick passion kind,
 If kindness shine in wishes and in praise.

32.
The King this day made your adoption known,
 Proclaim'd you to the Empire next ally'd,
As heir to all his Conquests and his Crown,
 For royal Rhodalind must be your Bride.

33.
Not all the dangets valour finds in war,
 Love meets in Courts, or pride to Courts procures,
When sick with Peace the hot in Faction are,
 Can make such fears as now the Duke endures.

Nor