Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Foole.
Foole. If a mans braines were in's heeles, wert not in
Foole. danger of kybes?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. I Boy.
Foole. Then I prythee be merry, thy wit shall not go
Foole. slip‐shod.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha.
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. What can'st tell Boy?
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?