Carlylus, an aged Philosopher of the Anglo-Saxon-and-Water School.
General Members and Ass-ociates of the Society.
The first scene opens thus—
A Library.—Furnivallos, (in his shirt sleeves) sitting at a table.
Furnivallos. A year or two ago, and I
Had hardly read a line of Shakespeare’s works—
Or so-call’d works. For why?
Have I not found them, in such transient time,
A nest of fledgings, and of mixèd rhyme
Without much reason—Heav’n save the mark!—