And I had to take away what you had in, not that I wanted to rob one who had done good by me, but because if I'd left it the double thickness would have surprised you and you would probably have pulled out my case to see what it was.

Then my fat would have bin in the fire, with certin persons looking on, and you in danger as well as me which wouldn't be fare.

I've got your case in my pocket as I write, but I won't open it because it may have your sweetart's letters in.

You can get your property again by bringing me my master's, which is fare exchange.

I can't call on you, for I don't know where your going and daren't hang round to see on account of the danger I run, and needing to meet a pal of mine who will help me.