With that respect which we should like to pay,
But the fact is, if we essayed your play,
As you did write it—the boxes and the pit
Would say we could not act the play a bit.
And so that with us, not at us they may laugh,
We’ve winnowed your fine corn into chaff.
(Shakespeare bows.)
Nurse. (going up)—
Another thing you must remember, Poet,
You wrote burlesques yourself, and well you know it.