Confin'd to exhibition? All this done
Vpon the gad? Edmond, how now? What newes?
Bast. So please your Lordship, none

Glou. Why so earnestly seeke you to put vp y Letter?
Bast. I know no newes, my Lord

Glou. What Paper were you reading?
Bast. Nothing my Lord

Glou. No? what needed then that terrible dispatch of
it into your Pocket? The quality of nothing, hath not
such neede to hide it selfe. Let's see: come, if it bee nothing,
I shall not neede Spectacles

Bast. I beseech you Sir, pardon mee; it is a Letter
from my Brother, that I haue not all ore-read; and for so
much as I haue perus'd, I finde it not fit for your ore-looking

Glou. Giue me the Letter, Sir

Bast. I shall offend, either to detaine, or giue it:
The Contents, as in part I vnderstand them,
Are too blame

Glou. Let's see, let's see

Bast. I hope for my Brothers iustification, hee wrote
this but as an essay, or taste of my Vertue