Howe nowe Mounseir Fue?
Whyther gost thou in suche a sweatinge passyon?
Fue. O, Madam, sweatynge is goode for the itche, and the rascall Didier haveing playd the roague with my lord ist possyble but I should itche to be about hys eares when I see the knaves countenance? Therefore to avoyde troble I affect sweatinge.
Gab. Why, thou dost not see hym nor art thou licklye.
Fue. O by all meanes I cannot mysse the devyll. Why, I am goeing to the courte, Madam, & the knave wilbe in everye corner, Didier I meane, by all meanes; so that if I doe not sweate I shall scratche the skynne from myne elbowes.
Gab. Then to further your sweatinge take paynes with thys letter; tell noble Richard, the sonne of Aimon, your master sente it, but doe not tell your master I imployd you. Take this rewarde and deale wiselye.
Fue. As wisely as my blewe coate will suffer me.
[Exe.
Act 4.
[SCENE I.]
Enter Richard readinge a letter.