Fool

Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels

when she put ‘em i’ the paste alive; she knapped ‘em

o’ the coxcombs with a stick, and cried ‘Down,

wantons, down!’ ‘Twas her brother that, in pure

kindness to his horse, buttered his hay.

[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants]