Have changed the face of heaven by turns,
But brought no kind vicissitude to him;
His state is still the same, with hunger pinched,
Waiting the slow approaches of his death;
Which, halting onwards, as his life goes back,
Still gains upon his ground.
Sosib. But ere fate reach him,
The mercy of the king may interpose.
You have the signet?
Cas. Yes, in your despite.