Fils euery Subiects heart with heauinesse.
Will’t please your Highnesse to behold some pastime,
There is a Maske and other sports prepar’d:
Prepared to solace you,
To steale away your sorrowes.
King. Who’s that spoke?
Nicanor, is’t hee? I thought as much:
I knew no other would be halfe so kind,
Nor carefull of our health: doe what thou wilt,
We will deny nothing that thou demandest,