Bl.I do not urge my service
Looking for recompense; I do not ask
So much as that your grace remember me
At court, to mention my forgotten name
In the new king’s ear; as, When I was in Sicily
I saw old Blasco; nay, ’twas for good-will
I served, and now ’tis that I want a master
Which bids me speak. If but your grace could find me
Employment worth my wits, I would serve well.
Ph. I’ll think of it.