PROTEUS.
But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?

SPEED.
Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced
mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing
for my labour.

PROTEUS.
Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

SPEED.
If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

PROTEUS.
Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best pound you.

SPEED.
Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your
letter.

PROTEUS.
You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold.

SPEED.
From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

PROTEUS.
But what said she? [SPEED nods.] Did she nod?