The wishe of poxe enough to make thee all One entire scabb.

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.

But that weare nothinge to mee Though he had vowed and sworne to make mee his heyer; The losse I so lament is a small caskett Kept by him from my childhood, and packt up Amongst his treasure; and that perishinge, I forfett the longe expectation Ever to knowe my parents, therefore wishe With it