I will not wish it, what is this the Lady
My brother writes to me to take?
Bes.
And please your Grace this is she: Charge, will you come near the
Princess?
Pan.
You'r welcome from your Country, and this land shall shew unto you all the kindness that I can make it; what's your name?
Spa.
Thalectris.
Pan.
Y'are very welcome, you have got a letter to put you to me, that has power enough to place mine enemy here; then much more you that are so far from being so to me that you ne're saw me.
Bes.