Laf.

And shall doe so euer, though I tooke him at's

prayers. Fare you well my Lord, and beleeue this of me, there can be no kernell in this light Nut: the

soule

of this man is his cloathes: Trust him not in

matter of

heauie consequence: I haue kept of them tame,

& know

their natures. Farewell Monsieur, I haue spoken

better

of you, then you haue or will to deserue at my

hand, but

we must do good against euill.