C. Custance. No creature hath my faith and troth but one,
That is Gawin Goodluck: and if it be not he,
He hath no title this way, whatever he be,
For I know none to whom I have such words spoken.
M. Merry. Ye know him not, you, by his letter and token?
C. Custance. Indeed true it is, that a letter I have,
But I never read it yet, as God me save.
M. Merry. Ye a woman? and your letter so long unread!
C. Custance. Ye may thereby know what haste I have to wed.
But now, who is it for my hand? I know by guess.