2240Quoth she, 'Thy trust, and skill I must employ
And for thy pains thou shalt have treasures, boy.'
The greedy porter, like a goshawk, seized
With griping talons on this pheasant cock,
'Madam', says he, 'my skill is not diseased,
Nor dwells dissembling with the honest frock.
Disclose your secrets, and be sure if man
Can do you service, then Avaro can.'
Felice then, as prologue to her suit,
Gave him a purse full fraught with pseudo-gold;