Page 1934 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

To blow on whom I please, for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly, [50]
They most must laugh. And why sir must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church.

He that a fool doth very wisely hit
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, [55]
The wiseman’s folly is anatomiz’d

Even by the squand’ring glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley. Give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th’infected world, [60]

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

DUKE SENIOR
Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.

JAQUES
What, for a counter, would I do but good?

DUKE SENIOR
Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin.
For thou thyself hast been a libertine, [65]

As sensual as the brutish sting itself,
And all th’embossed sores and headed evils
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

JAQUES
Why who cries out on pride, [70]

That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the weary very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,

When that I say the city-woman bears [75]
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in and say that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her neighbour?