[1] Kildare inter|rupteth the Cardinals tale
My Lord Chancellor, I beſeech you pardon me, I am ſhort witted, and you I perceyue in|tende a long tale: if you proceede in this order, halfe my purgation will be loſt for lacke of car|riage. I haue no ſchoole trickes, nor arte of me|morie: excepte you heare me while I remember your wordes, your ſecond proceſſe will hammer out the former.