Magn. Me thought he called Fansy me behynde.
Fan. Nay, syr, it was nothynge but your mynde:
But nowe, syr, as touchynge this letter—
Magn. I shall loke in it at leasure better:
And surely ye are to hym beholde;
And for his sake ryght gladly I wolde
Do what I coude to do you good.
Fan. I pray, God kepe you in that mood!
Magn. This letter was wryten ferre hence. 340
Fan. By lakyn, syr, it hathe cost me pence