But or tomorrow ere it be noone,
You are deemed to die;
13.
‘& of that thanke your head steward,
& after your gay ladie.’
‘If it be true, my litle foote page,
Ile make thee heyre of all my land.’
14.
14.2 ‘thye,’ thrive: the Folio reads dye.
‘If it be not true, my deare master,