Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. That's sorry yet for thee.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. He that has and a little‐tyne wit,
Foole. With heigh‐ho, the Winde and the Raine,
Foole. Must make content with his Fortunes fit,
Foole. Though the Raine it raineth euery day.
Le. Le.
Le. True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.
Le. Exit.
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;