she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who
commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-
gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to
be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants,
and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would
alter services with thee,
[The] Fortunate-Unhappy.
Daylight and [champain discovers not] more: this is open.
I will be proud, I will read [politic] authors, I will baffle Sir
Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be [point-devise]