Touch. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I’ll stand to it, the pancakes 060 were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.
Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?
[064] Ros. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
065 Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no 070 more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
[073] Cel. Prithee, who is’t that thou meanest?
[074] Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
[075] Cel. My father’s love is enough to honour him: enough! speak no more of him; you’ll be whipped for taxation one of these days.
Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely [079] what wise men do foolishly.