Gon. Did we not shake the prince with energy? 280
Herc. With Ciceronian elocution?
Gon. And most pathetic, piercing oratory?
Herc. If he have any wit in him, he will make sweet use of it.
Gon. Nay, he shall make sweet use of it ere I have done. Lord, what overweening fools these young men be, that think us old men sots!
Herc. Arrant asses.
Gon. Doting idiots, when we, God wot—ha, ha! ’las, silly souls! 290
Herc. Poor weak creatures, to men of approved reach.
Gon. Full years.
Herc. Of wise experience.