Oh, the wise will tell you -
BELL. More than they believe--or understand.
VAIN. How, how, Ned! A wise man say more than he understands?
BELL. Ay, ay! Wisdom's nothing but a pretending to know and
believe more than we really do. You read of but one wise man, and
all that he knew was, that he knew nothing. Come, come, leave
business to idlers and wisdom to fools; they have need of 'em. Wit
be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation; and let Father Time
shake his glass. Let low and earthly souls grovel till they have
worked themselves six foot deep into a grave. Business is not my
element--I roll in a higher orb, and dwell -
VAIN. In castles i' th' air of thy own building. That's thy
element, Ned. Well, as high a flier as you are, I have a lure may
make you stoop. [Flings a Letter.]
BELL. I, marry, sir, I have a hawk's eye at a woman's hand.
There's more elegancy in the false spelling of this superscription
[takes up the Letter] than in all Cicero. Let me see.--How now!--
Dear PERFIDIOUS VAINLOVE.
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