Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to
Fool, to Kent
Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his
land comes to. He will not believe a Fool.
A bitter Fool!
Dost know the difference, my boy, between a
bitter fool and a sweet one?
No, lad, teach me.
That lord that counseled thee
To give away thy land,
Come place him here by me;
Do thou for him stand.
The sweet and bitter fool
Will presently appear:
The one in motley here,
The other found out there.
Dost thou call me “fool,” boy?
All thy other titles thou hast given away. That
thou wast born with.
This is not altogether fool, my lord.
No, faith, lords and great men will not let me. If
I had a monopoly out, they would have part on ‘t.
And ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool
to myself; they'll be snatching.