Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Sen. Go seeke him, tell him I would speake with him.
Du. Sen. Enter Iaques.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. He saues my labor by his owne approach.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. Why how now Monsieur, what a life is this
Du. Sen. That your poore friends must woe your companie,
Du. Sen. What, you looke merrily.
Iaq. Iaq.
Iaq. A Foole, a foole: I met a foole i'th Forrest,
Iaq. A motley Foole (a miserable world:)
Iaq. As I do liue by foode, I met a foole,
Iaq. Who laid him downe, and bask'd him in the Sun,
Iaq. And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good termes,
Iaq. In good set termes, and yet a motley foole.
Iaq. Good morrow foole (quoth I:) no Sir, quoth he,
Iaq. Call me not foole, till heauen hath sent me fortune,
Iaq. And then he drew a diall from his poake,
Iaq. And looking on it, with lacke‑lustre eye,
Iaq. Sayes, very wisely, it is ten a clocke: