To English shores—and you—for all the love
I leave behind, and all the cold I come to.
Mr. Punch. Not in our hearts, my Prince, not in our hearts!
Prince. Nay, that I'll swear. Witness your presence here,
This chilling day. "How many weary steps
Of many weary miles you have o'ergone!"
Mr. Punch. "We number nothing that we spend for you:
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without account."
When you "vouchsafe the sunshine of your face."