Fool

Why, after I have cut the egg i’ the middle, and eat

up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou

clovest thy crown i’ the middle, and gavest away

both parts, thou borest thy ass on thy back o’er

the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown,

when thou gavest thy golden one away. If I speak

like myself in this, let him be whipped that first

finds it so.

[Singing]

Fools had ne’er less wit in a year;

For wise men are grown foppish,

They know not how their wits to wear,

Their manners are so apish.