“To-morrow, didst thou say? methought I heard Horatio say to-morrow. Go to; it is a thing of naught,” and Jem clapped on his hat and began ranting in his way; so I broke in—
“I wish you’d hold that noise, and talk sense,” said I.
“Shakspeare!” said Jem, stopping short and pulling up his collar.
“Gammon!” said Neddy, bursting out laughing.
“That’s right, Neddy,” said I; “he’s always going off with some of his nonsense, and calling it poetry.”
“I didn’t say it was poetry, did I?” said Jem.
“What is it then?” said I.
“Blank verse,” said he.
“What’s the difference?” said I.