“My father's love is enough to honour him enough: speak no more of him: you'll be whipp'd for taxation one of these days. TOUCHSTONE The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. CELIA By my troth, thou sayest true: for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.
Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.
ROSALIND With his mouth full of news. CELIA Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. ROSALIND Then shall we be news-crammed. CELIA All the better; we shall be the more marketable.”