Char. That's a lye.
Ren. "Get on your Scotch horse, and retire
to your strength; you know where it is, and
there it expects you. Beleeve this as your best85
friend had sworne it. Fare-well if you will.
Anonymos." What's that?
Cler. Without a name.
Char. And all his notice, too, without all truth.
Cler. So I conceive it, sister: ile not wrong90
My well knowne brother for Anonymos.