King
Let this message be known all through the land:
There is to be no more of art nor play;
And make it that my subjects understand
That all have but one order to obey.
My love has fallen ill and those who can
Will work with fevered frenzy on a cure.
And all those left down to the simplest man
Will beg of our lord God she will endure.
My kingdom's coffers open to this end,
And neither whip nor coin will I see spared,
Until I see my mistress' spirit mend
And know her perfect features are repaired.
Let no man say that this is tyranny,
For no man suffers this as deep as me.