very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her
great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
Mal. [reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax. [Soft!]
and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to
seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] [Jove] knows I love: