`` For , by my sooth , y ' are here and I do mightily suspect your honesty . If ye would save your neck , write me swiftly an obligation for twenty pound . '' `` For twenty pound , my good lord ! '' cried Condall . `` Here is midsummer madness ! My whole estate amounteth not to seventy shillings . '' `` Condall or Tyndal , '' returned Sir Daniel , grinning , `` I will run my peril of that loss . Write me down twenty , and when I have recovered all I may , I will be good lord to you , and pardon you the rest . '' `` Alas ! my good lord , it may not be ; I have no skill to write , '' said Condall . `` Well-a-day ! '' returned the knight . `` Here , then , is no remedy . Yet I would fain have spared you , Tyndal , had my conscience suffered . Selden , take me this old shrew softly to the nearest elm , and hang me him tenderly by the neck , where I may see him at my riding . Fare ye well , good Master Condall , dear Master Tyndal ; y ' are post-haste for Paradise ; fare ye then well ! '' `` Nay , my right pleasant lord , '' replied Condall , forcing an obsequious smile , `` an ye be so masterful , as doth right well become you , I will even , with all my poor skill , do your good bidding . '' `` Friend , '' quoth Sir Daniel , `` ye will now write two score . Go to ! y ' are too cunning for a livelihood of seventy shillings .
XXXXX , see him write me this in good form , and have it duly witnessed . ''
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