Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Fool. Fool.
Fool. Shalt see thy other Daughter will vse thee kindly,
Fool. for though she's as like this, as a Crabbe's like an
Fool. Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. What can'st tell Boy?
Foole. Foole.
Foole. She will taste as like this as, a Crabbe do's to a
Foole. Crab: thou canst, tell why ones nose stands i'th' middle
Foole. on's face?
Lear. No.
Foole. Why to keepe ones eyes of either side's nose,
Foole. that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong.
Foole. Can'st tell how an Oyster makes his shell?