Proceede, good frend: Thou hast putt project in my brayne allredy, Small tyme woold better fashion.

More then I woold to have my wishe on thee, Richard, though I have a good stomacke too't, Ey, and to baste thee sowndly, I woold nowe To have my will one her.

Hee that woold stoody to bee miserable Lett him forsake the land and putt to sea.