1 Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
2 The more fool you for laying on my duty.
3 Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
4 Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
5 Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
6 Now, I fear thee not: Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and in his waning age Set foot under thy table.
7 I faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; I wis it is not half way to her heart; But if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
8 I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour; And to be noted for a merry man, He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns; Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.'