Fust. Put bickerings by!
Here 's for thee—thee—and thee, too: at need a supply
(Distributing Proofs.)
For Mayence, though seventy times seven should muster!
How now? All so feeble of faith that no face
Which fronts me but whitens—or yellows, were juster?
Speak out lest I summon my Spirits!
Omnes. Grace—grace!
Call none of thy—helpmates! We 'll answer apace!
My paper—and mine—and mine also—they vary