Act V, Scene 2

Chorus.

[Enter GOWER, before the temple of DIANA at Ephesus]

• Gower. Now our sands are almost run; 2495
  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, 2500
  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 2505
  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. 2510
  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]