Whereas I shall wear rags of tarnished grey,
I’ll dress you in gold, and make of you a prince.
Their thousand pleas I fail to obey:
You ask of me, and I obey at once.
Ask of me to stay, and I shall stay.
But if we both must stand, then let us dance;
And if you ask me dress you for one day,
Expect a garnished gold for you, my prince.