"Then," quoth Gerismond, turning to Saladyne, "jolly forester be
frolic, for thy fortunes are great, and thy desires excellent; thou
hast got a princess as famous for her perfection, as exceeding in
proportion."
"And she hath with her beauty won," quoth Saladyne, "an humble
servant, as full of faith as she of amiable favor."
While every one was amazed with these comical events, Corydon came
skipping in, and told them that the priest was at church, and tarried
for their coming. With that Gerismond led the way, and the rest
followed; where to the admiration of all the country swains in Arden
their marriages were solemnly solemnized. As soon as the priest had
finished, home they went with Alinda, where Corydon had made all
things in readiness. Dinner was provided, and the tables being spread,
and the brides set down by Gerismond, Rosader, Saladyne, and Montanus
that day were servitors; homely cheer they had, such as their country
could afford, but to mend their fare they had mickle good chat, and
many discourses of their loves and fortunes. About mid-dinner, to make
them merry, Corydon came in with an old crowd,[1] and played them a
fit of mirth, to which he sung this pleasant song:
[Footnote 1: an old-fashioned violin with six strings.
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