And give my homage one kind word,
I shall not scorn to come but third.
My offering is this veil.
Pen. O wondrous work and rare! 1610
’Tis like the golden mail
Of Hera’s braided hair,
Which every step sets hovering,
Her brow discovering.
Amph. So ’tis most fit for thee,
Rarest Penelope.