Till I have read it; soule, ile burne it first!
M. Gou. Go to, ye move me, wife; give me the letter;
In troth, I shall growe angry, if you doe not.
Mi. Gou. Grow to the house top with your anger, sir! 150
Nere tell me, I care not thus much for it.
M. Gour. Well, I can beare enough, but not too much.
Come, give it me; twere best you be persuaded;
By God—ye make me sweare—now God forgive me!—
Give me, I say, and stand not long upon it; 155
Go to, I am angry at the heart, my very heart.