Lightly she whipped o'er the dales,
making the woods proud with her presence,
Gently she trod the flowers,
and they as gently kissed her tender feet,
The birds in their best language
bade her welcome, being proud 
that Oriana heard their song:
The clove-foot Satyrs singing,
made music to the fauns a-dancing,
and both together with an emphasis,
sang Oriana's praises,
whilst the adjoining words with melody
did entertain their sweet harmony.
Then sang the Shepherds and Nymphs of Diana:
Long live fair Oriana.