You’re mazed I am so bold to make the offer,
You’ll take it, too, as from a child a flower,
To keep the poor and artless grace unwounded
That plucked it for you, not because you’re pleased.
It’s surface-show is meagre—true—and plain
And yet you cannot, for your kingly realm,
Purchase it for your own, nor yet with force,
’Spite all your power, turn robber ’gainst its wearer
Unless of free consent he will the gift.
You wear it so (indicating with signs) to make the metal rest