You must throw that bone to some other dog, replied the innkeeper, as if I did not know that two and three make five; or where my own shoe pinches. Your worship must not think to feed me with pap, for, egad I am no such suckling: a good joke, faith! You would make me believe that all the contents of these books are madness and lies, altho’ they are printed by licence from the King’s council; as if they were persons who would wink at the printing of such lies, battles and enchantments as turn people’s brains.