Nor unto mee no credence yield,
Yet step one moment here aside,
Ile showe you all your foes in field.’
191,2.
Lady, I never loved witchcraft,
Never dealt in privy wyle.
194. Of truth and honoure, free from guile.
201. If you’ll.
202. Yet send your chamberlaine with.
203. Let me but speak three words with him.