1470-1 what my young Lady and {mistris, by lady} <Mi-| stris? Byrlady> your Ladishippe is | |
1471-2 nerer {to} heauen, then when | I saw you last by the altitude of a | |
1472-3 chopine, pray God | your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold, | |
1473-4 bee not crackt | within the ring: maisters you are all welcome, | |
1474-5 weele {ento't} <e'ne | to't> like {friendly Fankners} <French Faulconers>, fly at any thing we see, | |
1475-7 weele | haue a speech straite, come giue vs a tast of your {quality,} <qua-| lity:> | |
1477 come a passionate speech. | 2.2.432 |