Ul.Thy constant love
Is witness that he lives. A rootless flower
Blooms not so long. Be sure that he will come.
Pen. Friend, all thy words console me: wert thou willing
I could sit here by thee, nor wish for sleep.
But ’tis full time I leave. I go to send
One to strew bedding for thee.—
Ul.Beseech thee, lady,
I’ll lay me on this fleece and take my rest.
A beggar such as I needeth no more.