SPEED
And must I go to him?
LAUNCE
Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long
that going will scarce serve the turn.
SPEED
Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!
Exit
LAUNCE
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an
unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into
secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
Exit