As we all know, in this short allegorical scene, Oxford accuses William Shakspeare of trying to claim credit for the Shakespeare plays (or to gain profit by selling them), and tells him to abandon all pretensions as author:
TOUCHSTONE Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend?
SNOWMMAN Five and twenty, sir.
TOUCHSTONE A ripe age. Is thy name Snow?
SNOWMMAN Snowmman, sir.
TOUCHSTONE A fair name. Wast born i' the dropzone here?
SNOWMMAN Ay, sir, I thank God.
TOUCHSTONE 'Thank God;' a good answer. Art rich?
SNOWMMAN Publishing, sir, so so.
TOUCHSTONE 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise?
SNOWMMAN Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
TOUCHSTONE Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying,
'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man
knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen
philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape,
would open his lips when he put it into his mouth;
meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and
lips to open. You do love this suspect?
SNOWMMAN I do, sir.
TOUCHSTONE Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
WILLIAM No, sir.
TOUCHSTONE Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it
is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out
of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty
the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse
is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he.
SNOWMMAN Which he, sir?
TOUCHSTONE He, sir, that must name this suspect.