Servant: Make me the gardener of your flower garden.
Queen: What folly is this?
Servant: I will give up my other work.I throw my swords and lances down in the dust.Do no send me to distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests. But make me the gardener of your flower garden.
Queen: What will your duties be?
Servant: The service of your idle days. I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning, where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers eager for death.