T.I picked that up in the garden:
St. Nicholas found me with it, and said ’twas his.
I stood by it firmly ’twas the lady’s piece,
And written to my master. He called me a thief;
And if your ladyship....
D.Stay, Tristram, stay.
This paper is nothing: take it, and right yourself,
As best you are able, with St. Nicholas....
Tell me now all that happened on the journey
I sent you last night with your master.