Commends him, and sends fairings to herselfe.
Buy some thing worthie of her parentage,
Not worth her beautie; for, Lacie, then the faire
Affoords no jewell fitting for the mayd:
And when thou talkest of me, note if she blush: 150
Oh then she loves; but if her cheekes waxe pale,
Disdaine it is. Lacie, send how she fares,
And spare no time nor cost to win her loves.
Lacie. I will, my lord, so execute this charge
As if that Lacie were in love with her. 155