Are not you the chief woman? you are the thickest here.
Prin. What’s your will, sir? what’s your will?
Cost. I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline.
Prin. O, thy letter, thy letter! he’s a good friend of mine:
055 Stand aside, good bearer. Boyet, you can carve;
Break up this capon.
Boyet.
I am bound to serve.
This letter is mistook, it importeth none here;
It is writ to Jaquenetta.