Sir Silas.
“There again! out comes the filthy runlet from the quagmire, that but now lay so quiet with all its own in it.”
William Shakspeare.
“Until it was trodden on by the ass that could not leap over it. These, I think, are the words of the fable.”
Sir Thomas.
“They are so.”
Sir Silas.
“What fable?”
Sir Thomas.
“Tush! don’t press him too hard; he wants not wit, but learning.”