Which yet your scholars use for clay and straw
Of which to build your mighty folios—
For instance, this same bulky Roman here,
Whose leaf you turn’d, I doubt impatiently,
When my intrusion rustled in the leaves—
Cipr. Hah! But how knew you—
Luc. Nay, if some stray words
Of old familiar Latin met my ear
As I stood hesitating.
Cipr. (holding up the book). This at least