Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform’d Into a strumpet’s fool. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education.
If he fail of that
He will have other means to cut you off; I overheard him and his practices. When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer That fools should be so deep contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial.
O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear. Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.
