F. Go, fool, at once. [Exit T.
(To R.) Richard, you come in time:
You are recognised. See here! The Countess bids me
Deliver you this letter.
R. (taking).To me! Diana!
Why! ’tis addressed to Milan. ’Tis impossible.
Nay, nay; she knows not. What hath made you think it?
F. Because she bade me post this night to Milan
To give this in your hands. I pleaded sickness,
Begged she would find some other messenger: