"The knave maketh me hungry with his mischievous similitudes."
SIR THOMAS.
"Thou hast aggravated thy offence, Wil Shakspeare! Irreverent
caitiff! is this a discourse for my chaplain and clerk? Can he or
the worthy scribe Ephraim (his worship was pleased to call me
worthy) write down such words as those, about litter and wolvets,
for the perusal and meditation of the grand jury? If the whole
corporation of Stratford had not unanimously given it against thee,
still his tongue would catch thee, as the evet catcheth a gnat.
Know, sirrah, the reverend Sir Silas, albeit ill appointed for
riding, and not over-fond of it, goeth to every house wherein is a
venison feast for thirty miles round. Not a buck's hoof on any
stable-door but it awakeneth his recollections like a red letter."
This wholesome reproof did bring the youth back again to his right
senses; and then said he, with contrition, and with a wisdom beyond
his years, and little to be expected from one who had spoken just
before so unadvisedly and rashly, -
"Well do I know it, your worship! And verily do I believe that a
bone of one being shovelled among the soil upon his coffin would
forthwith quicken {8a} him.
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