pick a thousand [salads] ere we light on such another herb.
Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the
[salad], or rather, the herb of grace.
Laf. They are not [herbs], you knave; they are nose-herbs.
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not
much skill in [grass].
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Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?
Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a