Adam. Ay, marry, do I, sir; for if he be not my friend, I'll make him my friend, ere he and I pass.
First Lord. Away, vassal, begone! thou speak unto the king!
Adam. Ay, marry, will I, sir; an if he were a king of velvet, I will talk to him.
Rasni. What's the matter there? what noise is that?
Adam. A boon, my liege, a boon, my liege!
Rasni. What is it that great Rasni will not grant,
This day, unto the meanest of his land,
In honour of his beauteous Alvida?
Come hither, swain; what is it that thou cravest?
Adam. Faith, sir, nothing, but to speak a few sentences to your worship.
Rasni. Say, what is it?
Adam. I am sure, sir, you have heard of the spirits that walk in the city here.