Mi. Gou. No, no, it shall not need: I am a scholler
Good enough to read a letter, sir.
M. Gou. Gods passion, if she knew but the contents,
Sheele seeke to crosse this match! she shall not read it.— [Aside.]
Wife, give it me; come, come, give it me. 141
Mi. Gou. Husband, in very deed, you shall not have it.
M. Gou. What, will you moove me to impatience, then?
Mi. Gou. Tut, tell not me of your impatience;
But since you talke, sir, of impatience, 145
You shall not have the letter, by this light,