T.Certainly.
D. You know not who ’tis of?
T.Not I, my lady.
D. Could you get sight of it?
T.Impossible.
At night ’tis neath his pillow, and all the day
He keeps it in a little special pocket
In his doublet here, just under his heart; or if
He pulls it out, he holds it by his chin
Where none may see.