1 Now 'tis true I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.'
2 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples.
3 O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples.
4 Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples.
5 Myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The King my father wracked.
6 Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making Than we bring men to comfort them.
7 There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo.
8 If I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
9 And in the morn I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-beloved solemnized, And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.