XLVI + 

“Convey her to me, Hum, or by my crown, + 

My sceptre, and my cross-surmounted globe, + 

I’ll knock you⁠—” “Does your majesty mean⁠—down? + 

No, no, you never could my feelings probe + 

To such a depth!” The Emperor took his robe, + 

And wept upon its purple palatine, + 

While Hum continued, shamming half a sob,⁠— + 

“In Canterbury doth your lady shine? + 

But let me cool your brandy with a little wine.” + 