'Thou meanest master Flowerdew would call me a Gallio, and thou takest the Roman proconsul for a gallows-bird! Verily thou art not destined to prolong the renown of thy race for letters.

I marvel what thy cousin Thomas would say to the darkness of thy ignorance.' 'See what comes of not sending me to Oxford, sir: I know not who is my cousin Thomas.' 'A man both of learning and wisdom, my son, though I fear me his diet is too strong for the stomach of this degenerate age, while the dressing of his dishes is, on the other hand, too cunningly devised for their liking.

But it is no marvel thou shouldest be ignorant of him, being as yet no reader of books.

Neither is he a close kinsman, being of the Lincolnshire branch of the Heywoods.' 'Now I know whom you mean, sir; but I thought he was a writer of stage plays, and such things as on all sides I hear called foolish, and mummery.' 'There be among those who call themselves the godly, who will endure no mummery but of their own inventing.

Cousin Thomas hath written a multitude of plays, but that he studied at Cambridge, and to good purpose, this book, which I was reading when you entered, bears good witness.' 'What is the book, father ?' 'Stay, I will read thee a portion.