chaffless

He sits ’mongst men like a descended god .
He hath a kind of honor sets him off
More than a mortal seeming . Be not angry ,
Most mighty princess , that I have adventured
To try your taking of a false report , which hath
Honored with confirmation your great judgment
In the election of a sir so rare ,
Which you know cannot err . The love I bear him
Made me to fan you thus , but the gods made you ,
Unlike all others , chaffless . Pray , your pardon .