D. Except me?
T. And me.
D. And you?
T. And old Sir Gregory, I may say.
D. Please, Tristram, keep to the matter. By what signs know you that your master is in love?
T. First because he talks nonsense aloud to himself; then he reads and writes so many letters.
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D. Letters, you say!
T. Certainly. Why, the moment that you left,
He pulled one out and read it to himself.