And thereof comes the proverb:
Blessing
of your heart, you
brew good ale.
Shakespeare
LAUNCE. O illiterate loiterer. It was the son of thy grandmother.
This proves that thou canst not read.
SPEED. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
LAUNCE. [Handing over the paper] There; and Saint Nicholas be thy
speed.
SPEED. [Reads] 'Inprimis: She can milk.'
LAUNCE. Ay, that she can.
SPEED. 'Item: She brews good ale.'
LAUNCE.
And thereof comes the proverb:
Blessing
of your heart, you
brew good ale.
SPEED. 'Item: She can sew.'
LAUNCE. That's as much as to say 'Can she so?'
SPEED. 'Item: She can knit.'
LAUNCE. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can
knit him a stock.
SPEED. 'Item: She can wash and scour.'
LAUNCE. A special virtue; for then she need not be wash'd and
scour'd.
SPEED. 'Item: She can spin.'
LAUNCE.
