Fool

I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are:

they’ll have me whipped for speaking true, thou’lt

have me whipped for lying; and sometimes I am

whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any

kind o’ thing than a fool: and yet I would not be

thee, nuncle; thou hast pared thy wit o’ both sides,

and left nothing i’ the middle: here comes one o’

the parings.

[Enter GONERIL]