I know they will deny me gracious Madam,
Being a stranger, and so little fam'd,
So utter empty of those excellencies
That tame Authority; but in you sweet Lady,
All these are natural; beside, a power
Deriv'd immediate from your Royal brother,
Whose least word in you may command the Kingdom.
Pan.
More than my word Spaconia, you shall carry,
For fear it fail you.
Spa.
Dare you trust a Token?
Madam I fear I am grown too bold a begger.
Pan.
You are a pretty one, and trust me Lady
It joyes me, I shall do a good to you,
Though to my self I never shall be happy:
Here, take this Ring, and from me as a Token
Deliver it; I think they will not stay you:
So all your own desires go with you Lady.
Spa.
And sweet peace to your Grace.
Pan.