Princes of Faraway, I welcome you.
This bloody sport of spikèd lovers’ heads—
I’m tired of playing it. Those heartless fools
That sought to wed a princess ’gainst her will—
Look how they read my riddle on the air!
Love is a slippery necklace.—Bring me laughter,
My one day’s Sire, and I will bow me low
And kiss your garment.
CAPO.
Go and change your own, then,