keep listening
So do you. What do you do?
"My boy," The shopkeeper laughed. "You are trying to
trick this old man. But it won't work. I'm not paying a single penny
for that script." "My dear sir," you say, "I
assure you, this script is absolutely genuine. See?" You point
to a signature at the bottom of the page "That is Shakespeare's
own name, right there, written in his very own hand." "Oh,
I know." He laughed again. "I know because I AM William
Shakespeare, and you are my Printer's Devil. Now come, I have no time
for this nonsense. I can't say I have the faintest idea where you got
that, but I need it back now. The first performance is tomorrow, you
know, and I have so much to do.
