, you know my
customary guise (for "manner" I cannot call it, because the guise
is unmannerly) to bid you not farewell but steal away from you to
sleep. But you know I am not wont to sleep long in the afternoon,
but even a little to forget the world. And when I wake, I will
again come to you. And then is, God willing, all this long day
ours, in which we shall have time enough to talk much more than
shall suffice for the finishing of this one part of our matter
that now alone remaineth.

VINCENT: I pray you, good uncle, keep your customary manner, for
"manner" may you call it well enough. For as it would be against
good manners to look that a man should kneel down for courtesy
when his knee is sore, so is it very good manners that a man of
your age (aggrieved with such sundry sicknesses besides, that
suffer you not always to sleep when you should) should not let his
sleep slip away but should take it when he can. And I will, uncle,
in the meanwhile steal from you, too, and speed a little errand
and return to you again.

ANTHONY: Stay as long as you will, and when you have dined go at
your pleasure. But I pray you, tarry not long.

VINCENT: You shall not need, uncle, to put me in mind of that, I
would so fain have up the rest of our matter.

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BOOK THREE

VINCENT: I have tarried somewhat the longer, uncle, partly because
I was loth to come over-soon, lest my soon-coming might have happed
to have made you wake too soon. But I tarried especially for the
reason that I was delayed by someone who showed me a letter, dated
at Constantinople, by which it appeareth that the great Turk
prepareth a marvellous mighty army. And yet whither he will go with
it, that can there yet no man tell. But I fear in good faith,
uncle, that his voyage shall be hither. Howbeit, he who wrote the
letter saith that it is secretly said in Constantinople that a
great part of his army shall be shipped and sent either into Naples
or into Sicily.

ANTHONY: It may fortune, cousin, that the letter of a Venetian,
dated at Constantinople, was devised at Venice. From thence come
there some letters--and sometimes from Rome, too, and sometimes
also from some other places--all stuffed full of such tidings that
the Turk is ready to do some great exploit. These tidings they blow
about for the furtherance of some such affairs as they have
themselves then in hand.

The Turk hath also so many men of arms in his retinue