Page 1944 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

More hair than wit? It may be I’ll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the
salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is
more than [350] the wit, for the greater hides the less. What’s next?

SPEED

And more faults than hairs -

LAUNCE

That’s monstrous. O, that that were out!

SPEED

And more wealth than faults.

LAUNCE

Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, [355] I’ll have her; and if
it be a match, as nothing is impossible -

SPEED

What then?

LAUNCE

Why, then will I tell thee - that thy master stays for thee at the Northgate.
[360]

SPEED

For me?

LAUNCE

For thee! Ay, who art thou? He hath stayed for a better man than thee.

SPEED

And must I go to him?

LAUNCE

Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so [365] long that going will
scarce serve the turn.

SPEED

Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love letters!