Nay, straightway give hell's ferryman his pay
420For wafting me o'er black Cocytus' Bay.
Or unto Proserpine I'll post a sprite,
To fetch m' a cup of moist oblivion,
Wherewith the Fairy Queen exilèd quite
Fury from her stout knight and Oberon,
That I not only may forget disgrace,
But quite forget I ever saw her face.'
'Let not', says Rivelez, 'a peevish girl
Hang fetters on your heart, untune your soul: