Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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:
Iaq. Thus we may see (quoth he) how the world wagges:
Iaq. 'Tis but an houre agoe, since it was nine,
Iaq. And after one houre more, 'twill be eleuen,
Iaq. And so from houre to houre, we ripe, and ripe,
Iaq. And then from houre to houre, we rot, and rot,
Iaq. And thereby hangs a tale. When I did heare
Iaq. The motley Foole, thus morall on the time,
Iaq. My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere,