And set them down to wake in Fairyland.
Chamb. Oh, my good Lord, you laugh at me—and I
Right glad to make you laugh at such a price:
You know me no enchanter: if I were,
I and my wand as much as your Highness’,
As now your chamberlain—
Seg. My chamberlain?—
And these that follow you?—
Chamb. On you, my Lord,
Your Highness’ lords in waiting.