Ferdinand. O, my Miranda, sure some power we wot
Not of doth play with us as we at chess
Do move the pieces this way first and that,
Because our will is to’t. Know then that I
Did dream the fellow unto yours (if it
In very truth were that and nothing more).
Like you, I vis’ted that sweet spot, with you
Beside the while, and did behold, as on
A stage a company of players strut
Their hour or two, a band of merry folk