FERDINAND

If it mar nothing neither,
The treason and you go in peace away together.

JAQUENETTA

I beseech your grace, let this letter be read:
Our parson misdoubts it; 'twas treason, he said.

FERDINAND

Biron, read it over.

Giving him the paper

Where hadst thou it?

JAQUENETTA

Of Costard.

FERDINAND

Where hadst thou it?

COSTARD

Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio.

BIRON tears the letter

FERDINAND

How now! what is in you? why dost thou tear it?

BIRON

A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it.

LONGAVILLE

It did move him to passion, and therefore let's hear it.

DUMAIN

It is Biron's writing, and here is his name.

Gathering up the pieces

BIRON

[To COSTARD] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were
born to do me shame.
Guilty, my lord, guilty! I confess, I confess.

FERDINAND

What?