Mar.
Shall he goe on's head?
Arb.
He shall have Chariots easier than ayre
That I will have invented; and nere thinke
He shall pay any ransome; and thy selfe
That art the Messenger shall ride before him
On a Horse cut out of an entire Diamond,
That shall be made to goe with golden wheeles,
I know not how yet.
Lig.
Why I shall be made
For ever, they belied this King with us
And sayd he was unkind.
Arb.
And then thy daughter,
She shall have some strange thinke, wele have the Kingdome
Sold utterly, and put into a toy.
Which she shall weare about her carelesly
Some where or other.
See the vertuous Queene.
Enter Pan.
Behold the humblest subject that you have
Kneele here before you. Pan. Why kneele you
To me that am your vassall?