The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Fool._ Mark it, nuncle:[2860]
Have more than thou showest,[2861]
Speak less than thou knowest,[2861]
Lend less than thou owest,[2861] 115
Ride more than thou goest,[2861]
Learn more than thou trowest,[2861]
Set less than thou throwest;[2861]
Leave thy drink and thy whore,[2861]
And keep in-a-door,[2861][2862] 120
And thou shalt have more[2861]
Than two tens to a score.[2861]
_Kent._ This is nothing, fool.[2863]
_Fool._ Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer,[2864]
you gave me nothing for't. Can you make no use of[2865] 125
nothing, nuncle?[2866]
_Lear._ Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of
nothing.
_Fool._ [To Kent] Prithee, tell him, so much the rent of[2867]
his land comes to: he will not believe a fool. 130
_Lear._ A bitter fool![2868]
_Fool._ Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between[2868][2869]
a bitter fool and a sweet fool?[2868][2870]
_Lear._ No, lad; teach me.[2868]
_Fool._ That lord that counsell'd thee[2871][2872][2873] 135
To give away thy land,[2872][2873]
Come place him here by me;[2872][2873]
Do thou for him stand:[2872][2873][2874]
The sweet and bitter fool[2872][2873]
Will presently appear;[2872][2873]
The one in motley here,[2872][2873] 140
The other found out there.[2872][2873]
_Lear._ Dost thou call me fool, boy?[2872][2875]
_Fool._ All thy other titles thou hast given away; that[2872]
thou wast born with.[2872] 145
_Kent._ This is not altogether fool, my lord.[2872]
_Fool._ No, faith, lords and great men will not let me; if[2872]
I had a monopoly out, they would have part on't: and[2872][2876][2877]
ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool to
myself;[2872][2877][2878]
they'll be snatching. Give me an egg, nuncle, and I'll give[2872][2879] 150
thee two crowns.
_Lear._ What two crowns shall they be?
_Fool._ Why, after I have cut the egg in the middle and[2880]
eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou
clovest thy crown i' the middle and gavest away both parts,[2881] 155
thou borest thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt: thou hadst[2882]
little wit in thy bald crown when thou gavest thy golden
one away. If I speak like myself in this, let him be whipped[2883]
that first finds it so.[2884]
[_Singing_] Fools had ne'er less wit in a year;[2885][2886] 160
For wise men are grown foppish,
And know not how their wits to wear,[2887]
Their manners are so apish.
_Lear._ When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah?[2888]
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