I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;
I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things:
Upon my life, I am a lord indeed
And not a tinker nor [Christophero] Sly.
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
Sec. Serv. Will't please your mightiness to [wash your hands?]
O, how we joy to see your [wit] restored!
O, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream;