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No, lad. Teach me.
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That lord that counselled thee
To give away thy land,
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Come place him here by me,
Do thou for him stand.
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The sweet and bitter fool
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Will presently appear,
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The one in motley here,
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The other found out there.
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Dost thou call me fool?
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All thy other titles thou hast given
away, that thou wast born with.
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This is not altogether fool.
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Fools had never less grace in a year,
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For wise men are grown foppish,
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And know not how their wits to wear,
Their manners are so apish.
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When were you wont to be so full
of songs?
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Ever since thou madest
thy daughters thy mothers:
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For when thou gavest them the rod,
and putt'st down thine own breeches.
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Then they for sudden joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
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That such a king should play bo-peep,
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And go the fools among.
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Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster
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that can teach thy fool to lie.
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An you lie, we'll have you whipped.
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Thy daughters will have me whipped
for speaking true,
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thou'It for lying, and sometimes I'm
whipped for holding my peace.
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I had rather be any kind o'thing
than a fool.
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And yet I would not
be thee, nuncle.
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Thou hast pared thy wit o'both sides,
and left nothing in the middle.
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Here comes one of the parings.
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How now, daughter!
What makes that frontlet on?
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Methinks you are too much
of late in the frown.