ahasuerus

of how a knave hath late compassion

on melicent's forlorn condition;

for which he saith as ye shall after hear:

"dame, since that game we play costeth too dear,

my truth i plight, i shall you no more grieve

by my behest, and here i take my leave

as of the fairest, truest and best wife

that ever yet i knew in all my life."