2930Faith, truth, and honesty reside with me:
My best endeavours shall your servants be.'
'Well,' says Felice, 'I have now decreed
(Since Phoebus has forsook our hemisphere),
To sheath my body in your holy weed,
Then through the private walk my course will steer.
So from your holy walls I'll take my flight,
Or by permission, or in silent night.
And when I am arrived at Folco's towers,
My father shall your matchless kindness know,