Cost. Nay, it makes nothing, sir.
King.
If it mar nothing neither,
[188] The treason and you go in peace away together.
Jaq. I beseech your Grace, let this letter be read:
[190] Our parson misdoubts it; ’twas treason, he said.
[191] King. Biron, read it over. [Giving him the paper.
Where hadst thou it?
Jaq. Of Costard.
King. Where hadst thou it?