And say the little rest hee had to say.65
Cler. That was a merry saying; he tooke measure
Of his deare time like a most thriftie husband.
Char. What newes?
Cler. Strange ones, and fit for a novation;
Waightie, unheard of, mischievous enough.
Ren. Heaven shield! what are they?
Cler. Read them, good my lord. [70]
Ren. "You are betraid into this countrie." Monstrous!