Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Foole.
Foole. Why after I haue cut the egge i'th' middle and
Foole. eate vp the meate, the two Crownes of the egge: when
Foole. thou clouest thy Crownes i'th' middle, and gau'st away
Foole. both parts, thou boar'st thine Asse on thy backe o're the
Foole. durt, thou had'st little wit in thy bald crowne, when thou
Foole. gau'st thy golden one away; if I speake like my selfe in
Foole. this, let him be whipt that first findes it so.
Foole. Fooles had nere lesse grace in a yeere,
Foole. For wisemen are growne foppish,
Foole. And know not how their wits to weare,
Foole. Their manners are so apish.
Le. Le.
Le. When were you wont to be so full of Songs sirrah?
Foole. I haue vsed it Nunckle, ere since thou mad'st
Foole. thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou gau'st them
Foole. the rod, and put'st downe thine owne breeches, then they
Foole. For sodaine ioy did weepe,
Foole. And I for sorrow sung,