From the king comes your good fortune, not from me.

The day will come when I can requite you, when the poor crown prince becomes the rich king.

On that day the golden rain shall again shower upon you, never to cease, and, vying with the shower of gold, the brightest sunbeams play continually around you.

As king, I will reward your fidelity and love, which you have proved to the poor crown prince, with splendor, power, and riches.

Until then rejoice with the little that his grace has accorded you, and await the much that love will one day bring you.