Jer. Come, pull the table this way: so, ’tis well.
Come write, Horatio, write;
This speedy letter must away to-night.
[Horatio folds the paper the contrary way.
What! fold paper that way to a nobleman?
To Don Andrea, Spain’s embassador!
Fie! I am ashamed to see it: hast thou worn
Gowns in the university, toss’d[299] logic, suck’d
Philosophy, ate cues, drunk cees,[300] and cannot give
A letter the right courtier’s crest?