_Fool._ I have used it, nuncle, ever since thou madest thy[2889] 165 daughters thy mother: for when thou gavest them the rod[2890] and puttest down thine own breeches, [_Singing_] Then they for sudden joy did weep,[2885][2891][2892] And I for sorrow sung,[2892] That such a king should play bo-peep,[2892] 170 And go the fools among.[2892][2893] Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie: I would fain learn to lie.[2894] _Lear._ An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped.[2895] _Fool._ I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are: 175 they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou'lt have me[2896] whipped for lying, and sometimes I am whipped for holding[2897] my peace. I had rather be any kind o' thing than a fool:[2898] and yet I would not be thee, nuncle; thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides and left nothing i' the middle. Here comes[2899] 180 one o' the parings.[2898][2900] _Enter_ GONERIL. _Lear._ How now, daughter! what makes that frontlet on?[2901][2902][2903] Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown.[2902][2904] _Fool._ Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning; now thou art an O without[2905] 185 a figure: I am better than thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing. [_To Gon._] Yes, forsooth, I will hold my[2906] tongue; so your face bids me, though you say nothing. Mum, mum:[2907] He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,[2908] 190 Weary of all, shall want some. [_Pointing to Lear_] That's a shealed peascod.[2909] _Gon._ Not only, sir, this your all-licensed fool,[2910][2911] But other of your insolent retinue[2910][2912] Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth[2910] 195 In rank and not to be endured riots. Sir,[2910][2913] I had thought, by making this well known unto you,[2910][2914] To have found a safe redress; but now grow fearful,[2910] By what yourself too late have spoke and done,[2910] That you protect this course and put it on[2910][2915] 200 By your allowance; which if you should, the fault[2910][2916][2917] Would not 'scape censure, nor the redresses sleep,[2910][2917][2918] Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal,[2910] Might in their working do you that offence[2910] Which else were shame, that then necessity[2910][2919] 205 Will call discreet proceeding.[2910][2920] _Fool._ For, you know, nuncle,[2921] The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,[2922] That it had it head bit off by it young.[2922][2923] So out went the candle, and we were left darkling. 210 _Lear._ Are you our daughter?