[40] By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
To visit her poor castle where she lies,
That she may boast she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
[45] Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter’d with.
[♦] You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
[♦] Tal. Ne’er trust me then; for when a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,