In the sheer desperation of forgiveness
That all had heap’d upon me—
Men. Nay, nay, nay;
Despair not; trust to my good offices;
In pledge of which here, now, before we part,
I swear to make your pardon the first boon
I’ll ask for or accept at the King’s hand.
Your name?
Lope. However desperate, and ashamed
To tell it, you shall hear it—and my story.