Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan:
Foole. Ile speake a Prophesie ere I go:
Foole. When Priests are more in word, then matter;
Foole. When Brewers marre their Malt with water;
Foole. When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,
Foole. No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors;
Foole. When euery Case in Law, is right;
Foole. No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight;
Foole. When Slanders do not liue in Tongues;
Foole. Nor Cut‐purses come not to throngs;
Foole. When Vsurers tell their Gold i'th' Field,
Foole. And
Foole. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Foole. And Baudes, and whores, do Churches build,
Foole. Then shal the Realme of Albion, come to great confusion:
Foole. Then comes the time, who liues to see't,
Foole. That going shalbe vs'd with feet.
Foole. This prophecie Merlin shall make, for I liue before his time
Foole. Exit.
Foole. Scœna Tertia.