And liue an Anuile hammerd by her words,
It sparkles fire that neuer can bee quencht,
But by the dew of her cœlestiall breath.
Oft haue I courted, bin reiected too,
Yet what of that? I’le trye her once agen.
What many Princes haue attempting fail’d,
I by accesse may purchase, that’s my hope;
The King I’me sure affects mee, nothing then
Is wanting but her loue, that once obtain’d
Sicill is ours: Scanfardoe? if we win,