My dearest Comforter, stay to my age,

The hope of Sicilie lyes now in thee.

Come sit by vs, weele see what new deuice

Thy diligence——Nic. My dutie.

King. No, thy loue

Hath studied to delight thy Soueraigne.

Come sit, Nicanor.

Nic. Pardon, Sir, awhile,

Ile giue command to see it straight perform’d,

And instantly returne.