For I should sound[1946] sure, if I heard that note,
And then 'greene ginger for the greene goose' cries,
Serves not the turne,—I turn'd the white of eyes.
The rosa-solis[1947] yet that makes me live 370
Is favour[1948] that these gentlemen may give;
But if they be displeased, then pleasde am I,
To yeeld my selfe a hissing death to dye:
Yet I hope heeres none consents to kill,
But kindly take the favour of good will. 375
If any thing be in the pen to blame,