Sir Webley: Warwickshire! I do seem to remember something about him now. If he's the same man I certainly do. William Shakespeare, you said.
Neeks: Yes, that's the name.
Sir Webley: Well, I certainly have heard about him now you mention it.
Neeks: Really! And what does he do?
Sir Webley: Do? Well, from what I heard he poaches.
Neeks: Poaches!
Sir Webley: Yes, a poacher. Trundleben deserves to get the sack for this. A poacher from the wilds of Warwickshire. I heard all about him. He got after the deer at Charlecote.
Neeks: A poacher!
Sir Webley: That's all he is, a poacher. A member of the Olympus! He'll be dropping in here one fine day with other people's rabbits in his pockets.
[Enter Jergins.