Phil. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here,
Which never labour’d in their minds till now;
And now have toil’d their unbreathed memories
[075] With this same play, against your nuptial.
[076] The. And we will hear it.
Phil.
No, my noble lord;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
[079] Unless you can find sport in their intents,