Val. Ay, my good lord.
Duke.
Then let me see thy cloak:
I’ll get me one of such another length.
Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
135 Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What’s here? ‘To Silvia’!
And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
I’ll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads.]