SEG.
Well said, well said!
Basilio, my father--well--Clotaldo
Is he my kinsman too?

CHAMB.
Oh, my good Lord,
A General simply in your Highness' service,
Than whom your Highness has no trustier.

SEG.
Ay, so you said before, I think. And you
With that white wand of yours--
Why, now I think on't, I have read of such
A silver-hair'd magician with a wand,
Who in a moment, with a wave of it,
Turn'd rags to jewels, clowns to emperors,
By some benigner magic than the stars
Spirited poor good people out of hand
From all their woes; in some enchanted sleep
Carried them off on cloud or dragon-back
Over the mountains, over the wide Deep,
And set them down to wake in Fairyland.

CHAMB.
Oh, my good Lord, you laugh at me--and I
Right glad to make you laugh at such a price:
You know me no enchanter: if I were,
I and my wand as much as your Highness',
As now your chamberlain--