Here is a rural fellow That will not be denied
Here is a rural fellow
That will not be denied your Highness' presence.
He brings you figs.
Let him come in.
What poor an instrument
May do a noble deed! He brings me liberty.
My resolution's placed, and I have nothing
Of woman in me. Now from head to foot
I am marble-constant. Now the fleeting moon
No planet is of mine.