Wood. I know it; but still gentle means are best: 095 You may come to force at last. Perhaps you may wheedle him away: it is but drawing a trope or two upon him.
Brain. He shall have it, with all the artillery of eloquence.
Wood. Ay, ay; your figure breaks no bones. With your good leave.— [Goes in.
Brain. Thou hast it, boy. Turn to him, madam; to her Woodall: and St George for merry England. Tan ta ra ra ra, ra ra! Dub, a dub, dub; Tan ta ra ra ra.
Enter Limberham.
Limb. How now, bully Brainsick! What, upon the Tan ta ra, by yourself?
Brain. Clangor, taratantara, murmur.
Limb. Commend me to honest lingua Franca. Why, this is enough to stun a Christian, with your Hebrew, and your Greek, and such like Latin.
Brain. Out, ignorance!
Limb. Then ignorance, by your leave; for I must enter. [Attempts to pass.