Enter Felix.
Fel. My lord!
Prince. Come hither.
You came in time—were present in my thoughts
Before your coming. Hark you. I have long
Long’d to requite your many services,
By more substantial meed than empty breath,
Too oft, they say, the end of princes’ favour.
Much I design for you; but in mean time,
As some foretaste and earnest of my love,