What, on your hobby?
A new story?
Escarpin.
To tell stories,
Sir, is not my forte, 'pon honour:—
Though who would n't make a hazard
When the ball is over the pocket?—
Claudius.
Well, I do not care to hear it.
Escarpin.
Ah, you know it then: Another
Let me try: A friar once . . .
Stay though, I have quite forgotten
There are no friars yet in Rome:
Well, once more: a fool . . .
Claudius.
A blockhead
Like yourself, say: cease.
Escarpin.