This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me
The wheel is come full circle.
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a kingly eye.
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad. Thus to make poor females mad.