[34] Hamlet, II. ii.
"I be fond of a bit of spart like that," continued Peregrine; "but I never could away with books and larning. Muddling work, I calls it, messing over books. Do you care for that kind of stuff, Master Quakespear?"
"I dabble in it when I am away from the country," was the reply.
Then the Warwickshire man began soliloquising again, somewhat after this manner:
"'In his brain
He hath strange places crammed with observation,
The which he vents in mangled forms.'" [35]
[35] As you Like It vii.
"Drat the fellow!" whispered Peregrine, turning to the parson, who happened to be riding alongside "I don't like un, 'e's so unkit."
PARSON: "What makes him talk so, William?"
PEREGRINE (touching his forehead): "It's a case; I'll be bound it's a case. 'E's unkit."
"Would you mind saying that again, sir," said the bard, producing a notebook.