ETHENWALD. Then, as your grace did give to me in charge, I have discharged my duty every way, And communed with the maid you so commend: For when the sun, rich father of the day, Eye of the world, king of the spangled vale, Had run the circuit of the horizon, And that Artofelex, the night's bright star, Had brought fair Luna from the purpled main, Where she was dallying with her wanton love, To lend her light to weary travellers, Then 'twas my chance to arrive at Osrick's house: But being late, I could not then unfold The message that your grace had given in charge; But in the morn Aurora did appear, At sight of whom the welkin straight did clear. Then was the spangled veil of heaven drawn in, And Phoebus rose, like heaven's imperial king; And ere the sun was mounted five degrees, The maid came down, and gave me the good day. KING. But being come, what said she then? How likest thou her? what, is she fair or no? ETHENWALD. My lord, she is coloured like the Scythia maid,[308] That challenged Lucio at the Olympian games. Well-bodied, but her face was something black, Like those that follow household business: Her eyes were hollow, sunk into her head, Which makes her have a cloudy countenance. She hath a pretty tongue, I must confess, And yet, my lord, she is nothing eloquent. KING. Why then, my lord, there's nothing good in her. ETHENWALD. Yes, my lord, she is fit to serve an earl or so, But far unfit for Edgar, England's king. KING. So then she is fit for Ethenwald, our Cornish earl, But far unfit for Edgar, England's king. Well, Ethenwald, I sound your policy: But tell me, i'faith, dost thou love the maid? Speak truly, man; dissemble not. ETHENWALD. I do, my gracious lord, and therewithal Entreat your majesty to pardon me. KING. Ethenwald, I am content to pardon thee, And will be with thee myself ere long, To do thee honour in thy marriage: And therefore, Ethenwald, thou may'st depart, And leave us till we visit thee at home. ETHENWALD. My gracious lord, I humbly take my leave. DUNSTAN. If it please your grace, pardon me, and give me leave, I would gladly bring my nephew on the way. KING. With all my heart, Dunstan; but stay not long. ETHENWALD. I humbly take my leave of your majesty. [_Exeunt_ DUNSTAN _and_ ETHENWALD. [_Enter_ PERIN.] KING. Farewell, Ethenwald. But, Perin, tell me now, What dost thou think of Alfrida? Is she so foul as Ethenwald reports her? Believe me, then, she had been unfit for me.