But for your answer: know I am deterr'd By many late prodigious ostents From present consumation of the nuptials Vowd twixt your beauteous Dutchesse and our selfe.

Now are we neere the court of Saxonie, Where the duke dreames such tragicall ostents.

Perchance she knows it by her dreams; Her eye hath caught the golden gleams, Angelic presence testifying, That round her every where are flying; Ostents from which she may presume, That much of Heaven is in the room.