Ant. I am bold
T’express my love and duty to your lordship
In these few leaves.
Hip. A book!
Ant. Yes, my good lord.
Hip. Are you a scholar?
Ant. Yes, my lord, a poor one.
Hip. Sir, you honour me.
Kings may be scholars’ patrons, but, faith, tell me,
To how many hands besides hath this bird flown,
How many partners share with me?
Ant. Not one,
In troth, not one: your name I held more dear;
I’m not, my lord, of that low character.
Hip. Your name I pray?
Ant. Antonio Georgio.
Hip. Of Milan?