Sec. Good morrow to my worshipful lady. I present your ladyship with this writing, to which if you please to set your hand with your knight’s, a velvet gown shall attend your journey, o’ my credit.
Ge. What writing is it, knight?
Pe. The sale, sweetheart, of the poor tenement I told thee of, only to make a little money to send thee down furniture for my castle, to which my hand shall lead thee.
Ge. Very well. Now give me your pen, I pray.
Qu. It goes down without chewing, i’faith.
Scr. Your worships deliver this as your deed? 180
Ambo. We do.
Ge. So now, knight, farewell till I see thee.
Pe. All farewell to my sweetheart!
Mist. T. God-b’w’y’, son knight.