Look at your own case.

A duller man never stepped, and yet within the week you have said three things which might pass, and one thing the day we left Fordingbridge which I should not have been ashamed of myself." "Enough, rattle-pate, enough!" said the other.

"The milk you shall have and the bread also, friend, together with the herring, but you must hold the scales between us." "If he hold the herring he holds the scales, my sapient brother," cried the fat man.

"But I pray you, good youth, to tell us whether you are a learned clerk, and, if so, whether you have studied at Oxenford or at Paris." "I have some small stock of learning," Alleyne answered, picking at his herring, "but I have been at neither of these places.

I was bred amongst the Cistercian monks at Beaulieu Abbey." "Pooh, pooh!" they cried both together.