Your jests so nominal,
Are things so far beneath an able brain,
As they do throw a stain
Thro’ all th’ unlikely plot, and do displease
As deep as Pericles.
Where yet there is not laid
Before a chamber-maid
Discourse so weighed[64], as might have serv’d of old
For schools, when they of love and valour told.
Why rage, then? when the show