No, nor, I dare say, in the form of inditing.
But who read this letter, that it sounded so nought?
M. Merry. I read it indeed.
Scrivener. Ye read it not as ye ought.
R. Roister. Why, thou wretched villain, was all this same fault in thee?
M. Merry. I knock your costard,[136] if ye offer to strike me.
R Roister. Strikest thou indeed, and I offer but in jest?
M. Merry. Yea, and rap ye again, except ye can sit in rest.
And I will no longer tarry here, me believe.