The treason and you goe in peace away together

Iaqu. I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read,
Our person mis-doubts it: it was treason he said

Kin. Berowne, read it ouer.

He reades the Letter.

Kin. Where hadst thou it?
Iaqu. Of Costard

King. Where hadst thou it?
Cost. Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio

Kin. How now, what is in you? why dost thou tear it?
Ber. A toy my Liedge, a toy: your grace needes not
feare it

Long. It did moue him to passion, and therefore let's
heare it

Dum. It is Berowns writing, and heere is his name

Ber. Ah you whoreson loggerhead, you were borne
to doe me shame.
Guilty my Lord, guilty: I confesse, I confesse

Kin. What?
Ber. That you three fooles, lackt mee foole, to make