The King sends Gyges, as his honoured favourite,
The beauteous slave that pleases him right well.
Gyges.
The King will have me for his mirth; such usage
I’ve earned not at his hands, nor will endure.
Thoas.
’Tis true the gift is rich and of the rarest,
But doubt not of the King’s sincere intent.
Gyges.
Peace, densest loon among all densest loons,