A sum so trifling for such charms as thine.
No! the half crown that ting'd thy cheeks with red,
And bade fierce anger o'er thy beauties spread,
Was meant that thou should'st share my throne and bed.
Distaf. [aside.] My dream is out, and I shall soon behold
The pots and pans all turn to shining gold.
King [puts his hat down to kneel on.] Here, on my knees
(those knees which ne'er till now
To man or maid in suppliance bent) I vow
Still to remain, till you my hopes fulfil,