I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love, wherein by the colour of
his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his
eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself
most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady
your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make
distinction of our hands.
Excellent, I smell a device.
I have't in my nose too.
He shall think by the letters that thou wilt drop
that they come from my niece, and that she's in love with him.
My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour.
And your horse now would make him an ass.
I know it is early days, yet, but despite my dislike of the drunkard, the idiot, the fool, and Maria, this might just be the first of Will's comedies that I am really enjoying.
And I'm loving that this play seems to be the source of so many references in Christie's work, too. And others, of course, but it does make me wonder if Dame Agatha had a soft spot for this one.