There is a temptation at this point to jump up and down, shouting about how often you have asked about that point. Instead, count to ten.

We'll have a bib, for spoiling of thy doublet.

And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.

Only this I marvelled, and other men have since, whenas I, in a ſubject ſo new to this age, and ſo hazardous to pleaſe, concealed not my name, why this author, defending that part which is ſo creeded by the people, would conceal his.