But that’s all one; omittance is no quittance.
I’ll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it: wilt thou, Silvius?
Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.
Phe.
135 I’ll write it straight;
The matter’s in my head and in my heart:
[137] I will be bitter with him and passing short.
Go with me, Silvius. [Exeunt.