Bero. hath one a'my Sonnets already, the Clowne bore it, the
Bero. Foole sent it, and the Lady hath it: sweet Clowne, swee
Bero. ter Foole, sweetest Lady. By the world, I would not care
Bero. a pin, if the other three were in. Here comes one with a
Ber. thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap: in faith