

Oh, prithee, say no more, tis glorious!  If that I could but clothe me
in raiment like to thine, and strip my feet, and revel in the mud once,
just once, with none to rebuke me or forbid, meseemeth I could forego
the crown!

And if that I could clothe me once, sweet sir, as thou art clad--just
once--

Oho, wouldst like it?  Then so shall it be.