KING.
Berowne, read it over.
[Berowne reads the letter.]
Where hadst thou it?
JAQUENETTA.
Of Costard.
KING.
Where hadst thou it?
COSTARD.
Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.
[Berowne tears the letter.]
KING.
How now, what is in you? Why dost thou tear it?
BEROWNE.
A toy, my liege, a toy. Your Grace needs not fear it.
LONGAVILLE.
It did move him to passion, and therefore let’s hear it.