I wish that I could stay to explain my meaning;
But I must seek my sonnet. [Exit.
R.Your rival. O heavens!
F. A fool that fortune favours.
R.Not at all.
Diana hath here some purpose we have not guessed.
Come to my room: there we will read her letter;
And if it shew no sign of my discovery,
I’ll write it such an answer as it asks;
Which, when you have, you may perform your service,