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Dull. I said the deer was not a haud credo, ’twas a pricket.

Hol.

Twice sod simplicity, bis coctus!

O thou monster Ignorance, how deformed dost thou look!

Nath.

Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts;

And such barren plants are set before us, that we thankful should be—

Which we [of] taste and feeling are—for those parts that do fructify in us more than he.

For as it would ill become me to be vain, [indiscreet], or a fool,

So were there a patch set on learning, to see him in a school:

But omne bene, say I, being of an old father’s mind:

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Dull.

You two are book-men: can you tell me by your wit

What was a month old at Cain’s birth, that’s not five weeks old as yet?

Hol.

[Dictynna], goodman Dull, [Dictynna], goodman Dull.

Dull.

What is [Dictynna]?

Nath.

A title to Phoebe, to Luna, to the moon.