Page 1940 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1940
LAUNCE
The blackest news that ever thou heardest.
SPEED
Why, man? How black?
LAUNCE
Why, as black as ink.
SPEED
Let me read them.
LAUNCE
Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. [285]
SPEED
Thou liest; I can.
LAUNCE
I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?
SPEED
Marry, the son of my grandfather.
LAUNCE
O illiterate loiterer! It was the son of thy grandmother. This proves that
thou canst not read. [290]
SPEED
Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
LAUNCE
There; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed!
[Gives the paper]
SPEED
Imprimis: She can milk.
LAUNCE
