Fool.
Lea.
Go you before14Q1331 to Glocester with these &dagger2; letters:
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.
Ken.
I will not sleep, my lord, 'till I have delivered note
your letter.
[Exit Kent.
Foo.
If a man's brains note were in's heels, wer't not in
danger of kibes?
Lea.
Ay, boy.
Foo.
Then, I pr'ythee, be merry; thy wit shall not go note slip-shod.
Lea.
Ha, ha, ha.
Foo.
Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee
kindly: for though she's as like this, as a crab is like
an apple, yet I can tell what note I can tell.
Lea.
What can'st tell, boy? note
Foo.
She'll taste as like this, as a crab does to note a crab.
Thou can'st tell note why one's nose stands i'the middle of
one's face? note
Lea.
No.
Foo.
Why, to keep one's eyes note on either side one's
nose note note; that what a man cannot smell out, he may note spy
into.
Lea.
I did her wrong:
Foo.
Can'st tell how an oister makes his shell?
Lea.
No.
Foo.
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
Lea.
Why?
Foo.
Why, to put his head in; not to give it away
to note his daughters, note and leave his horns without a case.
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Lea.
I will forget my nature. So kind a father!—
Be my horses ready?
Foo.
Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why
the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason.
Lea.
Because they are not eight?
Foo.
Yes, indeed: note Thou would'st make a good fool.
Lea.
To take it again perforce,—Monster, ingratitude!
Foo.
If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee
beaten for being old before thy time.
Lea.
How's that?
Foo.
Thou should'st not have been old, 'till thou note hadst been wise.
Lea.
O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!— note
Enter Gentleman.
How now! note Are the horses ready?
Gen.
Ready, my lord.
Lea.
Come, boy.
[Exeunt Lear, and Gentleman.
Foo.
She that is a maid note now, and laughs at my departure,
Shall not be a maid long, unless things note be cut shorter.
[to the Audience, as he goes out.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
