Fool. note
Lear. note
Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. note
Acquaint my daughter no further with any thing you know
than comes from her demand out of the letter. If your diligence
be not speedy, I shall be there afore note you.
Kent.
I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered
your letter.
[Exit.
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Fool.
If a man's brains note were note in's note heels, were't note not in
danger of kibes?
Lear.
Ay, boy.
Fool.
Then, I prithee note, be merry; thy wit shall ne'er note go
slip-shod.
Lear.
Ha, ha, ha!
Fool.
Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly;
for though she's note as like this as a crab's note like an apple, yet I
can tell what note I can tell.
Lear.
Why, what canst thou note tell, boy?
Fool.
She will note taste as like this as a crab does note to a
crab. Thou canst note tell why one's nose stands note i' the note middle
on's note face?
Lear.
No.
Fool.
Why, to keep one's note eyes of note either side's note nose,
that what a man cannot smell out he note may spy into.
Lear.
I did her wrong— note
Fool.
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell? note
Lear.
No.
Fool.
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a
house.
Lear.
Why?
Fool.
Why, to put 's note head in; not to give it away to his note
daughters note, and leave his horns without a case.
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Lear.
I will forget my nature.—So kind a father!—Be
my horses ready?
Fool.
Thy asses are gone about 'em note. The reason why
the seven stars are no more note than seven is a pretty reason.
Lear.
Because they are not eight? note
Fool.
Yes, indeed note: thou wouldst make a good fool.
Lear.
To take 't note again perforce! Monster note ingratitude!
Fool.
If thou wert note my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten
for being old before thy time.
Lear.
How's that?
Fool.
Thou shouldst not have been old till note thou hadst
been wise.
Lear.
O, let me not be mad, not mad note, sweet heaven! note
Keep me in temper: I would not be mad note!
Enter Gentleman. note
How now! note are the horses ready?
Gent. note
Ready, my lord.
note
Lear.
Come, boy.
Fool.
She that's a note maid now and laughs at my departure
Shall not be a maid long, unless note things be cut shorter.
[Exeunt. note
-- 296 --
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
