And better in my mind not undertook.
[008] Lor. ’Tis now but four o’clock: we have two hours
[009] To furnish us.
Enter Launcelot, with a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what’s the news?
[010] Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, ’tis a fair hand;
[013] And whiter than the paper it writ on
[014] Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra.