Why 'tis known of young and old that I am titled Burleigh; yea, they call me Critic Burleigh; but then my wisdomship, they tell me, shows marvelously bright in silence. — Let me see, I'm one amid the gaping crowd that would these relicks view [William Henry Ireland's Shakespeare forgeries]. Yet, marry, wherefore came I? I have no voice in this affair; my worthier stagemen have instructed me, so willy nilly, I am Mum. Mass, now bethink me, I myself will write a play. — It shall be called Polonius's Noosle; an excellent conceit, I' faith; marry, and I'll be Critic too; I'll wisely damn, unseen, this vaunted treasure, for well I know those behind the Curtain that will reward me for't.