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Enter Gower, before the temple of Diana at Ephesus.
Gower: / Now our sands are almost run; / More a little, and then dumb. / This, my last boon, give me, / For such kindness must relieve me, / That you aptly will suppose / What pageantry, what feats, what shows, / What minstrelsy, and pretty din, / The regent made in Mytilene / To greet the king. So he thrived, / That he is promised to be wived / To fair Marina; but in no wise / Till he had done his sacrifice, / As Dian bade: whereto being bound, / The interim, pray you, all confound. / In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd, / And wishes fall out as they're will'd. / At Ephesus, the temple see, / Our king and all his company. / That he can hither come so soon, / Is by your fancy's thankful doom. Exit.