1 This is the fool that lent out money gratis.
2 Still more fool I shall appear By the time I linger here.
3 With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two.
4 There be fools alive, I wis, Silver'd o'er, and so was this.
5 Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing.
6 But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
7 I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To Christian intercessors.
8 Let me play the fool, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
9 O my Antonio, I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing; when, I am very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.