the very man. I do [not now] fool myself, to let imagination
jade me; for [every] reason excites to this, that my lady
loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,
she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she
manifests herself to my love, and with a [kind of] injunction
drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I
am happy. I will [be strange, stout], in yellow [stockings], and
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove
and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
[Reads] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest